cherry blossoms
rain drops gently touching the face
it melds with the tears washing them away
the pain that has sat sated now breathes again
coming forward at a moment’s glance
it drives up from within seeking air to fill
reminding of how precious it all is
pain is not the end
in ways it’s a beginning
at looking around
to see
to feel
to find
a freedom inside
like springs cherry blossoms
blooming like pink cotton candy
the time will come for them all to fall
like gentle rain
from it’s budding birth
when its flowing bloom
falls from grace
its perfect
just the way it is

my own photo used

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