Off the beaten track,
far beyond the bracken wall,
nature celebrates the birth of a sakura blooming all alone just to fall down.

The calamine sky yawns a broken red promise,
braced are the clouds to endure pain's wrath,
still among the others a few float alone,
where trust shifts like the tectonic plates,
and love is running out of room.

wounded daffodils crushed under brittle leaves,
the thoughts between the raindrops form ripples on the standstill pool of comfort,
backdrop waves in thin lines,
autumn a trapeze artist.

the pack of words playing at the piasco,
for the thoughts are being gambled for a few bucks of time,
soft pallete of pastel laughter,
paints the unturned corners of white lies.

the wind sighs thru' the crowd of pine bones,
the ocean breathes without a breath,
the silence is protested by a loner bird's cry.

crickets still,life changes its form,
Estwhile creation seeps beneath the hustle and chaos,
the bare skin gets peeled off,
still they linger,
but,there the sakura is falling,
drifting off to sleep.

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Take me home~

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