Monday, 20 September 2010

My School's Cherry Blossom Tree

Down the steps
One, two, three
Dying blossoms dangle from the arms
Of my school's cherry blossom tree.
Grey smudges circle
The harbored council estate
Cooing, calling, falling and flying.
The shade of my youth's blushing cheeks
Plummet to the ground like butterflies,
Sliding on the wind.
The fingers of flowers stroke my hair
Hold my hand
And lead me out of the school gates
Out of their reach
And back into reality.

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