Like a white cherry
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My love for you buds
like a white cherry.
With passion I watered it,
but I can not stop the winds,
where branches cling
and sweep the unripe fruit.
To madness pure,
hanging unnecessary
above the excavated ditch.
And wandering useless,
sounding in the pocket
on the morrow,
then drowned
in the night moon.
This is so you. Don't give up on love though. These experiences makes you richer and besides it shows, you are becoming a good writer of poems!
Thanks sir!
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