I walked in the cherry garden
looking out for our memories.
It was the only place where we,
walked for hours and read stories,
where the first time you met me.
I picked each cherry blossom's petal
which had fallen afresh from tree
and crept it in my husk basket
slowly and delicately.
As i walked a little more,
I reached the place where we sat,
and looked at each other dreamingly,
for future, good and bad.
I picked a thusand pink petals
which were afresh, fragrated and new.
With the finest silk thread
and a slimy, slender needle,
I wove it in a net.
In a net which I designed for you
In covet of our love.
The design in the end
was of course, a garland.
A garland I made for you,
with sweet things written on petals
with every word i wrote for you
my love grew even deeper.
I shoved an artificial petal too
for, others would dry out soon,
but that petal will never dry
defining our love of eternity.
Just waiting for the perfect time,
To reach to our destiny...
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CHERRY BLOSSOM GARLAND
Poetryhow does the pink cherry blossom gardens look? do they ever bring back some deep memories of old forgotten love? or do they take your mind to some other world? Mine, gives me nostalgia...