Cherry blossoms upon brittle limbs
brave the last chill, the wake of winter.
Gathered lovers, having shed buds
from hibernation, adorn pastel dresses
of heavy chiffon, the color of faded hearts.
Waiting for warmer touches
the soft ebb of spring’s smitten sun.
Knowing
the ground awaits their fleeting bloom.

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