Black branches stretch against the sky
Their silhouettes stark against the light
Petals once vibrant, now wilted and dry
The black sakura falls from sight
No longer a symbol of spring's new birth
But a reminder of death, of things gone by
The once colorful blooms now hold no mirth
The black sakura, it seems, must die
Yet in the stillness of the night
When all is quiet and dark
The black sakura comes to life
As if ignited by a spark
Its beauty, though dark and austere
Captures the eye and mind
For in every petal, every tear
A story of resilience, it does bind
Through hardships and struggles it survived
The black sakura, a symbol of strength
Its beauty, though different, still thrived
And in its darkness, it found its own length
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Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.
