The moments between
birth and death,
sun and moon shine bright.
Then fade into the sound
of silence.
But not enough to make
me forget, the cherry trees that
blossom every year.
And the love between
woman and man,
a drifting stream of cloud life
– peaceful and calm.
A Wandering Poet 
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