Author: Unknown
when I left, you were still growing cherry,
so I promised to come back,
and I did,
but when I did,
It was winter,
and you were covered in snow,
But I knew, deep inmy hear, the cherry was still tere,
so hear the wind,
it knows I am leaving you again,
but I count the stars ,
along my path,
to come home again
and take your cherry
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
The poem is about a cherry tree I saw in transilvania, romania, hoe of dracula, who was a devote lover and not a vampire. Somehow I felt connected to that lonely tree
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