I Dream with Eyes Open

October 31, 2015

Somewhere the cherry blossoms eternally grow.

And their petals descend like enchanted snow.

And the winds blow gently, smooth and warm.

And the air smells sweet like an ongoing storm.

Euphoria and serenity are always true.

This is the place where I may find you.

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