Cherry Blossoms

A windy day at the end of spring In the bright light, we are slowly walking Along the street, lines of cherry trees With blossoms falling from the branches Dying one by one and being blown into the air Flying up, falling down and making a thick layer The air is coloured by dotted light pink I feel like my mind has gone totally blank I can’t see anything, you must be standing over there You are disappearing from me into the atmosphere I remember that I was looking for you in my dream But I find you hidden in the words of an epigram Surrounded by confusion and illusion I am living far away in a sweet depression