Description
In the garden's hush, 'neath twilight's pall,
Cherry blossoms sway, a silent thrall.
Their petals whisper soft goodbyes,
In mirrored depths where dreams arise.
In hues of pink and fragile white,
They paint the waters with soft light.
For in their bloom, they dance, they sigh,
But all too soon, they fade and die.
In every fall, a solemn plea,
To cherish moments, let them be.
For life, like blossoms, swift and fleet,
In moments past, we find it sweet.
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