The cherry blossoms fall softly
their fragrance drifting
upon the gentle winds
dancing in the breeze
from the whispering sea
fragile and fluttering
they slowly descend
one settles in my hand
and holding it with care
I feel a sudden yearning
for your gentle touch
but I cannot find you anywhere
© Ann Bagnall 

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