The cherry blossom tree
sneezed on the wooden bench below,
covering it in pink petals,
accenting the snow.
A sound was made, but no echo was heard,
for cherry blossoms of the palace, kiss without word
Your fragile petalsSinging sweet songs with the wind
Wet with morning dew. With your brief beauty…
Painful anticipation and my agony
I'm solitary here, in the middle of it.
A lone petal here.
I'm torn apart, Stripped from branch.
Blooming in spring, Fading at fall.
Loving you, I'm your Sakura.