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Jan 14, 2010
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Cherry Blossoms
Cherry Blossoms
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Warmth found a way into my damp crevices of melancholy, and I remember your eyes. How generous their view of love, even when dim shadows formed gray beneath them, and your thinned shoulders fell limp.
Still, as you labored breath, you called my heart to hear yours, and as each became one - my inhale to your exhale - your final sigh found its soft place in early May.
Branches filled with spring song and tears watered buds to move with the spread of new life. I lingered beneath cherry blossoms, engulfed within their carpeted embrace and felt your tender petals find flight in the early warm air. It was fitting that rebirth mark your expiration.
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Warmth found a way into my damp crevices of melancholy, and I remember your eyes. How generous their view of love, even when dim shadows formed gray beneath them, and your thinned shoulders fell limp.
Still, as you labored breath, you called my heart to hear yours, and as each became one - my inhale to your exhale - your final sigh found its soft place in early May.
Branches filled with spring song and tears watered buds to move with the spread of new life. I lingered beneath cherry blossoms, engulfed within their carpeted embrace and felt your tender petals find flight in the early warm air. It was fitting that rebirth mark your expiration.
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— Pamela A. Lamppa, Jan 14, 2010
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