i am a home to share with your aching pain.
all died but a bright pink rose.
the stars fondly watch over their children.
i smile with the sun.
what is life if you have nothing left to live for?
drowning in this dark cloud. no way out.
soft and light, the clouds kiss the sun’s cheeks.
is it fate that movesus down winding paths of fearof rain and thunder?
slow – the rain falls – slow
like fine dust dispersing in the wind, cherry blossoms dissolve into ash.