March 15, 2012
The unfamiliar shrieks of
Those some-what familiar strangers.
As the moon moves by
With each minute, second, or hour.
Pink petals dyed red with blood
Each new shriek arise as each petal fell
All the same petals floated down leisurely
From a pink cherry blossom tree.

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