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Cherry orchards are beautiful this time of year memories of you , I surrounded in the comforts of spring warm and pastel light a beginning we lay within those purple flowers I never knew the names of pink blossoms slipping from the sky like the snow thought left behind secrets how they burn within yours ravaging the soul your hidden heart torn the words you couldn't say and your bed of novels how your dreams floated on others words and you wished , and wished , and wished that somehow , I was the one I lay on the rock by that tiny lake my eyes closed and you tickled my ear "wake up you beautiful man" in your delicate hand , a blue feather you wearing a sunny halo the gulls circled and called in the sky you curved your body over mine I lay awake at night eyes staring back into the black trying not to remember and it's raining I think of you crying tears you were never afraid of buried in loneliness and I swing at the night reality crushing with no goodbye your final gesture and now , I walk along this shore under the struggling sun and I hear a cry on the wings of a gull remembering your face to the sea and little purple flowers here , alone copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 7:06 AM UTC
Of little purple flowers
Cherry orchards are beautiful this time of year memories of you , I surrounded in the comforts of spring warm and pastel light a beginning we lay within those purple flowers I never knew the names of pink blossoms slipping from the sky like the snow thought left behind secrets how they burn within yours ravaging the soul your hidden heart torn the words you couldn't say and your bed of novels how your dreams floated on others words and you wished , and wished , and wished that somehow , I was the one I lay on the rock by that tiny lake my eyes closed and you tickled my ear "wake up you beautiful man" in your delicate hand , a blue feather you wearing a sunny halo the gulls circled and called in the sky you curved your body over mine I lay awake at night eyes staring back into the black trying not to remember and it's raining I think of you crying tears you were never afraid of buried in loneliness and I swing at the night reality crushing with no goodbye your final gesture and now , I walk along this shore under the struggling sun and I hear a cry on the wings of a gull remembering your face to the sea and little purple flowers here , alone copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 7:06 AM UTC
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