Falling never felt this good
Love is a beautiful place for it
And joy an obvious outcome
I could make a home here
The hands of time however
Remind me to pause desire
Longing isn’t an investment
It decays time in the most
Loving manner
Bringing profits
Only the soul knows.
I could make a home here
Yearning that as I pause
Cherry blossoms will bloom
Fall on my cheeks
Like a gentle kiss
And rain on me
All that I have missed.
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