One dreary gloomy morn in May
the day was awf’ly lonesome
when I saw a sight so awesome—
wind talking to cherry blossoms.

It whispered gently and they swayed
pink petals trembled soft as suede
and quivered just as lovers kiss
on days dreary just as this.

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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
May 1, 2019 | OC, California
Kira’s Art | Gray Days