The sky like a piece of canvas..
Colorful colors of blue, peach and pink.
No possibilities, no future, no past..
Just me, hope, and cherry blossom trees..
A feeling of incredible victory seeps through my very senses,
Invading me with a force so unfamiliarly powerful,
Time seems to freeze,
And it's just me, hope, and the cherry blossom trees..
This November Sky..
Accompanied with a cold breeze,
That brings forth a feeling of imminent victory..
Just me, hope, and the cherry blossom trees.
Everyone and everything seems to fade..
While I am contemplating the beauty that surrounds me..
All the pain and the inner scars seem to heal..
As I realize it's just me, hope, and the scent of the cherry blossom trees.
And may I never escape the flirtation of the cold and hopeful breeze..
And the stolen moments that have joined me with hope and the cherry blossom trees.
*Inspired by Yanni's musical masterpiece
"November Sky." Following is the link to this beautiful piece of music
I agree with Sylvia, as I really loved the many images that you have given the reader to look through and also the emotions you have in it. The flow was really good as was the repetition you used, which I found enjoyable. Overall a wonderful poem that I was impressed with from beginning to the end. Great job and keep writing.