How long have I waited
by these cherry blossom trees?
Oh, are they so disturbed
by this stranger resting- dreams;
Prophetic and pain, stray paths shall pass
like the coldly deluded passions
Ever-flailing in the winds at last,
alas, creep stealthily into my heart.
Ah, how cold they must be,
these solitary strangers shaded
So barely by my branches, as if
I'd give beauty where they needed
Warmth; will you not share with me
instead of waiting like a ghost
In a shell, rather depressedly
until Spring falls in love with me.
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