Cherry Blossoms in the Snow

Rest your head on my lap, underneath the Sakura tree,

Let thoughts like butterflies dance in winds that carry

memories of past lives, and remember:

I am - You are, the mirror of each other.

We met in dreams before. I laugh and read poetry.

You smile and wonder, why in December

the cherry blossoms in the snow, can still exist.

I have so many things to say, but I rather

kiss your lips and feel the bliss,

of what it means to know your soul, and to remember;

I am - You are, the mirror of each other...

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