

SAKURASAKURASAKURA
With dark flowing hair Shimmering like onyx, She scatters blossoms Pink on the breeze.
Each drifting petal On my skin reaches To the heart of me, Flows into my mind.
Ink brims from my pen As her soft presence Pulses in my fingers, Releasing life on paper.
With hazelnut eyes She unlocks my secrets. Her voice like zephyrs Sweet, she whispers,
Let your hand Write poetry of spring.
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laughter is the best medecine
I envy people who drink, at least tehy have something to blame everyhting on.
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