🌸PROLOGUE 🌸
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One spring without you,
I am lost in a forest.
The greens of prosperous vines,
strangle me with our parting.
Two springs without you,
I am lost in a tangling wave.
The echoes of the rumbling tides,
drown my mourns of your fading.
Three springs without you,
I am lost in a scorching desert.
The dunes that shine high in dreary cyan,
Remind me of the confinement.
In these springs that part our divide,
I am trapped in a labyrinth. Lost in an abyss.
In search of you. In search of your lingering dew.
Once I am lost,
somehow I weep. Many times I run.
Like a madman, searching for you in the essence of the flora,
Asking for you from each and every fauna.
And yet I stumble.
Trapped in the maze that desolates me of your warmth,
I see a steady stream, where butterflies dance to the merry.
And there you sat, under the cherry blossom
Singing the aubades of our ancestors.
Your smiles blessing the cursed enchanted cage,
that is gilded with lament.
Peace washes me like a tidal wave.
Like a single lamenting cherry blossom,
I leaned into the waterfall.
Ready to be washed away, bracing my softness to wither.
For my fragrance to cease, for my freshness to fade.
Waiting to be trampled in this lovely paradise.
Waiting to leave without any remembrance. Waiting,
To leave like every other bloom, unnoticed, unremembered.
But your tranquil light encompasses your infinite compassion.
You pull me closer. Your flowery wreath sprinkled in my undeserving soul.
The blooms listen to you, and fall softly in our embrace.
Your warm hands that pull me in closer with a compassionate smile,
Your love and soothe gracing all the four directions.
As the flowers blooms, so does hope.
Then why did my flowers scatter so differently?
The broken petal, you picked each one of them so delicately.
Cupped in your blessed hands, my tears drown those little fortunes.
But you pull me closer.
In the home called your hug.
Your loving embrace tugs at my heart,
and we fall deeper into a halcyon.
As we sink deeper and deeper,
Underwater now we are falling.
The sweet smell of the cherry blossoms,
now replaced with your calming aroma.
The simple grace of your smiles,
let me live, have me breath.
And ever so generously,
You hold me in your arms.
So my love, before I wither,
Remember me. Hold me in your arms.
Meet Me Under Cherry Blossoms.
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