The cherry blossoms

I sit here
Beneath the cherry blossoms.
I am at peace.

The soft pink blooms flutter.
The aroma lightens my spririts.
The wind calms my soul.

I sit here
Beneath the cherry blossoms.
My friends come along.

The flowers are so pale.
The scent is way too strong.
The wind is chilling this early.

I sit here
Beneath the cherry blossoms.
Alone again.

The blooms seem to be falling.
The scent reminds me of perfume.
The wind howls and rustles the tree.

I go inside
To join my friends.

They talk of troubles.
They talk of sadness.
They talk of hatred.

I sit here
With the ones I know as friends
and I wonder why I ever left the cherry blossoms.

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