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(Original Version) Sweet taste of blossoms They catch my tongue as I walk Chery blossoms sway Within the small park Couples with marriage in mind Scar atop a bridge The sweet taste fades That young girl always in mind A silhouette of fear Vibrant colors fade The sun recedes to stars No one notices No one notices The black mark atop the bridge The silhouette descend No one cares to look Sweetest tastes never last long Chery blossoms sway No one notices Another day finds its end Sweet taste of nothing ___________________________________________________________ Remastered Version No Home, Sweet Child Blossom A Modern Renga by Bellie-Boo (me) Sweet taste of blossoms— they brush my tongue as I walk. Cherry branches sway. In the small park’s hush, couples dream of wedding rings; a scar marks the bridge. The sweetness dissolves. That young girl returns in thought— a shadow of fear. Colors bleed to dusk. The sun folds into the stars. No one turns to see. No one turns to see— the black mark upon the bridge, the shadow descend. No one stops to look. Sweetest things never last long. Cherry branches sway. No one turns again. Another day disappears— taste of nothing sweet.
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Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 8:58 PM UTC
No Home, Sweet Child Blossom
(Original Version) Sweet taste of blossoms They catch my tongue as I walk Chery blossoms sway Within the small park Couples with marriage in mind Scar atop a bridge The sweet taste fades That young girl always in mind A silhouette of fear Vibrant colors fade The sun recedes to stars No one notices No one notices The black mark atop the bridge The silhouette descend No one cares to look Sweetest tastes never last long Chery blossoms sway No one notices Another day finds its end Sweet taste of nothing ___________________________________________________________ Remastered Version No Home, Sweet Child Blossom A Modern Renga by Bellie-Boo (me) Sweet taste of blossoms— they brush my tongue as I walk. Cherry branches sway. In the small park’s hush, couples dream of wedding rings; a scar marks the bridge. The sweetness dissolves. That young girl returns in thought— a shadow of fear. Colors bleed to dusk. The sun folds into the stars. No one turns to see. No one turns to see— the black mark upon the bridge, the shadow descend. No one stops to look. Sweetest things never last long. Cherry branches sway. No one turns again. Another day disappears— taste of nothing sweet.
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bellie-boo
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 8:58 PM UTC
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