Clinging Memories

Pleached charming cherry trees, along the avenue called Breeze, a stunning visual creation of mind, only in the artist's place you can find. I dazzle by its bearing beauty, while the sun flashes its ray through the intertwined twigs, flowers, and leaves. My bittersweet memories fly, like Red Admiral butterflies, they perch on its dancing scions, smell the savor with their passion. I let them cling, staple high, so everytime I'll pass by , they'll bring a touch of healing my heart that's been tearing.