WHEN CHERRY BLOSSOM'S BLOOM
My native tongue,
twirls to the tune of love-
La,
La...
La,
La...
La...
La..,
Swaying… Swaying… Swayed…
She swayed bare branches
perchance to bud
to quiet and slumber
to stop-
To see satin those stones,
When Cherry Blossom's Bloom.
Lady pink perfume
sprinkles tiny green,
baby blue-drippling's drop
darkened earth quench-
Her sweetness,
opens mouth to sky-
She melts and mingles,
inside red clovers’ smile
as the heavens above,
deeply beguile-
- Tiny Poet, When Cherry Blossom's Bloom, 2015
twirls to the tune of love-
La,
La...
La,
La...
La...
La..,
Swaying… Swaying… Swayed…
She swayed bare branches
perchance to bud
to quiet and slumber
to stop-
To see satin those stones,
When Cherry Blossom's Bloom.
Lady pink perfume
sprinkles tiny green,
baby blue-drippling's drop
darkened earth quench-
Her sweetness,
opens mouth to sky-
She melts and mingles,
inside red clovers’ smile
as the heavens above,
deeply beguile-
- Tiny Poet, When Cherry Blossom's Bloom, 2015
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