Fleeting beauty

Single blossom
upon cherry tree,
how lonely it must be


to lie awake
through the night


wondering
if there is another
for you.


Bracing cold and wind,
awaiting tender touch,


and the blush
of cheeks like plums.


To lament the fragile,
familiar petals,
never met
and ever
missed.


To know
that your day
will soon come


and to bloom
anyway.

 

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