Oh redolent cherry flower,
won't you hug me more often...

I thought of you randomly tonight,
and realized, I still had your number...

i'm trying to keep my composure
while cutting the flowers i just...

The tea is strong in the morning,
making up for the leftover mascara...

I'm used to the trains in our backyard,
the baritone doesn't scare or startle me anymore...

You and I will deny the smoke, dust, rotting
carcases that hiss underneath our boots. Storm...

Sky ribbons do not document my sorrow,
nor do they execute the careful planning...

Towards the sun, there seems to be
a water full of memories...

Why can't you stay longer
or do I have to keep waiting...

April 9, 2010...

Spring has a certain sound,
unlike any composition orchestrated...

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With this sea brushing us closer...