It rained on the car windshield in the quiet hours of night
a few pink cherry flower petals melt into the raindrops
and as I drive on the road out of my sleep with open windows
I feel the cold breeze in my veins, I see the delicate petals
slightly tremble in their dreams; they look up into the sky
and smile lazily at the day blooming amidst gray clouds
slowly I am learning to appreciate the silence
and the words of deep comfort it offers
Spring is almost here with its wild songs
and my heart is falling out of love with winter
Monday, February 20, 2012
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