After the beauty

After the Beauty

In cherry blossom season
The world is stained in crimson and pink

Who can count every flower in bloom
Who knows how many blossoms fall

Such beauty passes by
Drifting at last into the soil

In this moment of wandering
Fallen petals brush against one another
Holding tightly to each other

They embrace while drifting apart
Kissing passionately before touching earth

At the edge of life
They fall into a fierce love affair

Promising
To love again                                                                                                                                                                                              In another life

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Welcome to Alva’s Mind — Letters from the Studio

    When you draw, follow your heart.

    When you write, write from your heart.