Love when cherry trees bloom
Slowly we move, like in a dream
Amongst the falling petals of cherry trees.
We look up and sky is pretty blue with flecks
of pink on its face.
We move closer and now breath one air
We touch by hearts and inhale each other
Each others’ soul.
And ...
we fall...
Somewhere...
We fall into any time
We fall anyhow
Inside of us as long as we can.
Our space. Our view. Our land.
The pink flecks against pretty blue.
Copyright 2012
