Kent
The cherry blossom
fell, along
the garden paths,
and upon others,
that lay,
still, quiet
and hidden,
among the thickening shadows,
beneath
the stretching hands
of trees.
For he walked,
slowly now,
remembering footsteps
of those
who walked
with him,
upon evenings,
like this one,
warmth in the heart
of sunlight,
his treasure
of life
this time,
and memories
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Kent
The cherry blossom
fell, along
the garden paths,
and upon others,
that lay,
still, quiet
and hidden,
among the thickening shadows,
beneath
the stretching hands
of trees.
For he walked,
slowly now,
remembering footsteps
of those
who walked
with him,
upon evenings,
like this one,
warmth in the heart
of sunlight,
his treasure
of life
this time,
and memories
Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!
p1964km@googlemail.com