Saturday, February 6, 2016

Cherry Blossoms


                                             Cherry Blossoms

 

They fell like this when men screamed and died

Blood rose as they fell, it became hard to tell

The difference between beauty and horror, heaven and hell

Things at the moment no one believed

 

Only whispers that claim to have been there

However they are what was found when the snow thawed

Even in the spring that stirs these memories

Can it look any different or has it become the same since


But a cherry tree is just a tree not a man we try to tell ourselves

Though he wonders what sort of man am I

What sort of man will I become?

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