night
concealed
the temple
drawing
the tender
cherry blossom
nigh.
the breeze
embraced
her femininity
instinctively
protecting.
one small
pink blossom
quivered.
as if
sweet
rain,
cherry petals
fell.
innocence
like a
see
through
dress.
357c
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
19jan11
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