A cherry tree grew
With no promises
Fruits do not make a tree
It roots do
The ground grew wild flowers
A coffin fell apart
Under it
Flowers never knew the secret
Rain fell upon
The cherry tree and wild flowers
The coffin got wet
Drop by drop
The coffin was already wet
Of tears and songs
The cherry tree grew
With no promises
Of fruits
October 25, 2017
©Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017
And the smell of cherry blossoms enveloped past and present making a new perfume.
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