Time is Limited
The wind blew fiercely
shaking the enormous cherry blossom tree
wrestling with the cherry blossoms.
The comely tree saw its match
and continued to plaster
on the ground with it’s roots.
Some of the blossoms surrendered.
They floated into the air,
however some choose to dance lively and free
for they know that they will wither soon
and time won’t spare them.
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