I climb up to the cherry tree
Fruitless now besides the seven seeds
And Sweeter than the last I saw
Its blossoms fiddle tunes to me

And from the ground I hear them fall
Three wielded tools by garden keepers blow
Above the stones with letters carved
A weeping mist from silence drawn

Holding knots of cherry seeds
I lay them down beneath the cherry tree
And from my grave it reaps again
But what now for the keepers then



  • Author: J. Palinski (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 5th, 2017 11:14
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 21

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