ROBERT HUFFSTUTTER says:
YOUTH PASSES AWAY LIKE SAKURA
From a winter's sleep while growing,
young blossoms are born on time
when the sunshine is just right,
bright enough to make them smile
as newborn babes, cherry blossoms, sakura.
You are here then gone,
leaving us with memories of
one more springtime in our lives.
poem by Robert L. Huffstutter
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