amid wild cherry blossoms
overcome by fragrance
my fury
sank to its knees
i stood over it
powerless and shaking
while you-stood behind me
and faster than water flows
you took my hands
and tied them
with kisses
and then-there was the cherry tree
and the cherry tree
watched
(Halina Poswiatowska)
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