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Feb 14
the cherry blossoms that grew alongside us
have bloomed early again this year
and the bread your hands
taught me to make
is warm from the oven
wrapped inside a worn cloth
placed in my wicker basket

i see you from across the meadow
as your white sundress blows in the breeze
and your hand grips the hat
that the wind is so apt to steal away
and you smile,
as you often do these days

and the warmth in my heart tells me
that this picnic date will be
even better than the last one
but not as quite as lovely
as the next will be,
my love.

i’m so happy we’re alive.
for mari <3
Written by
milkweedangel  20/F/the forest
(20/F/the forest)   
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