A love and nature poem, by Pramila, exclusively for Different Truths.
I wrote your name on all the cherry leaves.
The great rains came and washed them away.
I cried like a child.
The next day when I went
Near the cherry tree,
I was amazed to see cherry blossoms
And on each blossom,
Your name was written,
Not in black and white
But in scintillating colors.
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wow!!!! A vision!!!