To take away the hurt... if only I could fly free...
Just an afternoon with me under the cherry blossom trees...
Nothing to contend with, no need to pretend for anyone.
Just me and the cherry blossom trees.
Is this close to a dream?
Should I pray it not be shattered by a scream?
Watching soft petals scatter through the gently warmed air
Softly landing in the grass, on my shoulders, in my hair,
Sitting with just me,
Just me and the cherry blossom trees...
I have to stop and think
No matter what the link
That everything will be okay.
I just have to wait for the day...
A.J. Downey
01-21-2001
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