Fleeting Pink: Extended
To where do pink blossoms go?
That torn to earth by mighty winds,
Float asunder.
The tramp of unaware feet
Crush the falling pink snow.
Whose lightning strike
Existence, is known by few
Yet those who do, bask in the glory
Cleansing in the falling pink
The cloud tree returned to the sky
Before being lured back to the cruel earth
Yet the dead fuel the living cloud
Unseen and sleeping
Till it is called to order
Next season
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