the fast flow of could
and all was youth
drifting
drowning
in forever
where we played and planned
even in fabled fields of trouble
together
days of white and spring and cherry blossoms
that would never die
never
until they did
when all the why's came one day
and took it all away
replaced by something more profound
but less hope and less white
where cherry blossoms die
and love is tempered in
calming seas of good and right
and where I wonder if I’ll ever drown again
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