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clouds of pink on the cherry sigh,
sweet, whispering flowers fall and fall,

they lie upon the mossy wall,
clouds falling from a pink-sea sky,


flowers of the wind, confetti, rice,
papery stream like a pressed dry rose,

blossom song, the tireless breezes blow,
bewitching bower of cherry-flower ice.


a stream of melancholy green,
dances through the shades of the trees

the pink blooms sweep the river's breeze,
dry on stones, cherry-petal scenes....
You can’t compare yourself
With the unbroken girls
Surrounding you
You already shattered
Creating
A new form
Of beautiful

-jt
a somewhat older poem
Truly, I felt drawn to you like a pencil,
Scribbling down my feelings.
Like the strokes of an artist's hand
Bringing a blank canvas to life.

Some days, I find myself carelessly putting
Your smile on display in my day's portrait.  
It's as if I am painting a personal masterpiece,
Where each brushstroke represents a memory,
We've now created together.

But eventually, the fading light of the day
Brings forth words left unsaid,
Casting a shadow on the beauty we,
Once shared.
My goal time and time again is to know you in a way no one has or does.
Maybe she knows you inside out,
Then I’m going to know you upside down.
I’m always looking for a new angle,
Our angle.
She spread her legs,
then I, open her up like a book,
and read her lips better than any man ever has.

Her grin, told me everything I wanted to know.
Dare I say,
Take me back to sweeter days.
No worries
To fight,
Nor sorrows
To woe.
Just waiting
For sun
And the fall of snow.
These little joys
Replenished my soul.
And now,
I yearn,
For thoughts of old.
 Mar 19 c a r o l i n e
zak
Her
 Mar 19 c a r o l i n e
zak
Her
words moved me, and
God
i wanted my fingers to blister and my
bones to ache
but my mind withers and my heart breaks
i swallowed ink and still i couldn’t
make the words flow like they used to as if
almost as if
they refuse to
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