A reflection of depth & meaning, places and nature.
'Where Blossoms Bloom'
The blossoms still bloom
In sun filled places
Where we used to be
Ships sail slowly by
On our restless sea
Who will remember us
Where the cliffs soared high
In the murmur of the wind
Does the land regret
We're not there anymore
Those ships at the shore
When the sun falls away
Where did they go
Those long days and nights
So long ago
The shadows slip away
Into the other side of silence
Where lovers secrets wait
Never to be told
The wind caresses the earth
The heavens still turn
Those blossoms still bloom
Nodding in the sun
Glad to be alive
In their beautiful existence
Their tendrils lie deep
Where we used to be
You could be referring to what is happening with the Coronavirus, or you could be writing about something worse, at least for humanity. But not for the blossoms and the sea continuing on without you and me.
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