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
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