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Favian Casique Poem
I walked past the cherry trees today,
Their petals, falling every which way.
As if it were pink snow: soft, light, and rose.
Taking in the breeze before being cast down to the shadows.
I stopped and stared, simply standing alone,
The world around me seemed to turn to stone.
It was as if someone had hit pause there,
With blossoms dancing through the air.
It made me think of all we lose,
Of precious moments gone that we didn't choose.
Like friends who fade from memory, their smiles coming to an end,
Or when you fight and can't pretend.
But even though they don't last long,
The blossoms still feel brave and strong.
They bloom, they shine, they let things go,
But they also signal the start of a new tomorrow.
A time when cold subsides and warmth arrives,
A small window where the blossom thrives.
If only its beauty could stay,
But maybe it's simply meant to show the way.
Copyright © Favian Casique | Year Posted 2025
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Favian Casique Poem
As the clock ticks and the bells ring
We're caught in the middle of a storm uncertain what tomorrow might bring.
The mundane feels heavy, the routine feels off;
Like a wave so strong you can't shake it off.
The packed halls reeking of a new stress,
Leaving us all stranded looking for a way out of the mess.
The future stands there dim and colored gray,
Appearing so far yet just a few rings away.
Copyright © Favian Casique | Year Posted 2026
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