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Cherry blossoms in the Japanese Garden near Mirror Lake

Blue like the sky or the ocean, clear like cold rain?
Or is it the hot yellow of blinding sunlight?

Perhaps it’s faded pink, like dead
dried-up cherry blossoms.

Grief is deep red, a rich crimson —
a wound right through
the heart.

Originally posted on The Fragrance of Dew

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