ANNA ROSE FOSTER 8N
In effortless spirals, the petals
of the sakura send aromatic trails
in their whistling wake.
Swift pieces of eternity flutter
and glide on the wind’s caress,
yet for only fleeting seconds.
those twisted trunks of dark umber
line the picket-fence pathways;
how they sang silver-tongued fantasies
to sunlit lovers living fake fairytales.
in hour-like moments, that bittersweet breath
whispers and echoes; a descent from clouds
subtle and shortlived.
Do you remember these petals?
this lullaby breeze?
With childlike innocence,
budding branches followed our dancing steps,
perfect blooms swayed with our laughter.
At ease, we wandered
through canopies of dusky rose,
blissful in Nature’s embrace.
When sunlight touched those star-shaped blossoms,
we could see right through them.
Now, I can see right through you.
Nostalgia is my companion,
as I trace our footsteps, long gone from the path,
alone with the flawless flowers.
But the memories that wind around
their voiceless royalty
are thorns that sting and strike,
your absence burning fresh in my heart.
Like shadows over the sun, this untainted scene
becomes lifeless, grey; I see faults
in the faultless.
Do you remember these sakura trees?
or, like you to me:
do they look so pretty,
but are gone so soon?
image: cherries, torn open, hearts removed
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