On the shore, at a point so close to the ocean.
Watching blankly as the waves broke.
Petals of sweet blossoms rained down, gracefully painting the seas to its color.
Looking at towers of black coal wood.
Decorating the streets with their moist brown leaves.
Through all this beautiful sight, soon comes winter.
How I savored all what is in this thing we call living.
How I wished that the threes offers its blossoms.
Let it offer for eternity and never ending.
More than thousands presented itself each day, as if it won't lose its buds.
As time never stood still, it within a flash died down.
Fascinating truly how a slight change could effect something, creating such a drastic turn.
However, I thank you sincerly, for the story I took just from this.
As the next spring comes, as the next winter comes, I would perhaps take a warm jacket along.
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