On a spring day, cherry blossom branches
Are filled with pale pink.
As the wind blows, pink petals fall
Like snowflakes during eyes blink.
They're scattered on the grass and heaped up
On benches under the sunlight,
An old men sitting laze and gaze at
Long time quietly to twilight.
(Apr. 21st, 2024, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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Doggerel Dave
June 17th, 2024 07:44
For trees, definitely a haunting.
I enjoyed this very much for the picture, in its brevity it conveyed,
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