The cherry blossoms of thirty miles
Where the road's full of pale pink,
The falling petals flutter like rain,
And flapped and carried themselves in sync
With the wind. As spring guests who enjoying the flowers
And capturing photos, are fills the ten miles.
And gazing at children playing and laughing
In the park, naturally it makes people smiles.
(Apr. 6th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)
- Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 25th, 2024 22:08
- Category: Short story
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