The Cherry Blossom Desert

I lost myself in reaching for the sky, I buried my dreams in shadows nearby, I rejected myself at a remarkable dawn, I found myself when you were finally abandoned. Maybe I craved the way you used to utter my name, Maybe it was nothing but a spiteful game, Maybe you knew exactly when to pause, Maybe it was all just a tremendous noise. I am in a field of blooming cherries, It is truly a remarkable phase. I reach for a long-cherished, unknown wish, Plucking a forgiven gist, only for it to wither. The field is an astounding desert, Where I can barely survive. To live here takes audacious courage; To pass by it is an incredible damage. I want to let all the blooming cherries know: When you blow in through the window, Won’t you ask the plucked one whether its petals still glow? Won’t you let it throw my heart in with the flow?