My Cherry Blossom Girl
I hope you will enjoy her song, too.
Beneath a blush of cherry's grace,
A woman stands, in time and space,
Where petals drift, a soft cascade,
Her fingertips, a gentle raid.
Across the bloom, a touch so light,
A vision bathed in pastel's might.
Her gaze, a journey far away,
Where distant dreams in silence lay,
The pink hues blend, a sky so mild,
A dreamlike scene, a whispered child.
Ethereal beauty, soft and deep,
A secret longing, she will keep.
The breeze, a sigh, a fleeting breath,
Carries petals, close to death,
A symbol whispered, soft and low,
Of time and love, that come and go.
A melancholic, peaceful scene,
Where beauty fades, yet stays serene.
The blossoms fall, a gentle rain,
A whispered sorrow, softest pain,
Reflection's mirror, clear and bright,
In fading day, and softest light.
A quiet moment, held in air,
A whispered prayer, a silent care.
The breeze, a sigh, a fleeting breath,
Carries petals, close to death,
A symbol whispered, soft and low,
Of time and love, that come and go.
A melancholic, peaceful scene,
Where beauty fades, yet stays serene.
She lingers there, in pink's embrace,
A fleeting moment, time and space,
The blossoms fade, the sky grows dim,
A memory held, within her hymn.
My Cherry Blossom Girl
I hope you will enjoy her song, too.
Beneath a blush of cherry's grace,
A woman stands, in time and space,
Where petals drift, a soft cascade,
Her fingertips, a gentle raid.
Across the bloom, a touch so light,
A vision bathed in pastel's might.
Her gaze, a journey far away,
Where distant dreams in silence lay,
The pink hues blend, a sky so mild,
A dreamlike scene, a whispered child.
Ethereal beauty, soft and deep,
A secret longing, she will keep.
The breeze, a sigh, a fleeting breath,
Carries petals, close to death,
A symbol whispered, soft and low,
Of time and love, that come and go.
A melancholic, peaceful scene,
Where beauty fades, yet stays serene.
The blossoms fall, a gentle rain,
A whispered sorrow, softest pain,
Reflection's mirror, clear and bright,
In fading day, and softest light.
A quiet moment, held in air,
A whispered prayer, a silent care.
The breeze, a sigh, a fleeting breath,
Carries petals, close to death,
A symbol whispered, soft and low,
Of time and love, that come and go.
A melancholic, peaceful scene,
Where beauty fades, yet stays serene.
She lingers there, in pink's embrace,
A fleeting moment, time and space,
The blossoms fade, the sky grows dim,
A memory held, within her hymn.