Cherry Blossom Memories Part 4
Cherry blossoms
Flecked
With the gold of the sun
Falling like tears
From the boundless sky
Floating silently downwards
Into the stream
He whispers
And again I hear him
On the passing breeze
© Ann Bagnall 2014.
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
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