Like the cherry blossom
That once adorned the
trees
Our love bloomed
But that was before
the spring rain fell
And the winds blew in
Scattering what once
was beauty
And with each petal torn
from the bough
A bitter tear was shed
As each piece was
carried on the wind
A word of accusation
followed
And when the last
petal was set free
Then our love was gone
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