Sakura Season
like a whispered secret
that teaches us beauty lies in the moment
in the fall
in the flight
in the way something brief
can still feel eternal.
They bloom not in boast
but in quiet reverence
a fleeting gathering of pale pink pollen.
Beneath the branches, time slows
and drifts away with the season
memories gather in the grass
and every falling petal
is a promise
that even the briefest beauty
can still feel eternal.
- CH


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