In the cherry blossom lane
He walks with his wife
Among snowing petals
Desperate to meet
Their shadows
Under the webbed sunlight
Then drift apart
To meet again
What the statue never said…
A Blind Bird
There's no sky, just stars.
In the cherry blossom lane
He walks with his wife
Among snowing petals
Desperate to meet
Their shadows
Under the webbed sunlight
Then drift apart
To meet again
A Blind Bird 
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Ah, thanks for the re-blog. Appreciate it! 🙂
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🙂 Love Reflects Love.
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It sure does. :’) ❤
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🙂 People love and then love follows. ❤
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