the fall of sakuras

witnessing the fall of sakuras
is waiting for love to go
beyond love.


love is but a distance,
from the tree, the flowers
plunge into the abyss
like my heart into yours.


the pink petals, one by one,
descend in the rhythm of
the wind as the sunlight
draws its lines, painting


this winter I embrace
maidenhood with a smile,
I am afraid the sakuras
will soon wither.

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