Kent

Kent

The cherry blossom 

fell, along 

the garden paths, 

and  upon others, 

that lay, 

still, quiet 

and hidden, 

among the thickening shadows, 

beneath 

the stretching hands 

of trees. 

For he walked, 

slowly now, 

remembering footsteps 

of those 

who walked 

with him, 

upon evenings,

like this one, 

warmth in the heart 

of sunlight, 

his treasure 

of life 

this time,

and memories

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