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Chosen Echoes
Like a cherry blossom in the spring ,
Like white snow in the winter,
you vanished ,
to come back
but never the same again

When Sakura fall on your head ,
You walked your way through
the fallen soft petals
that caressed
your blemished bare foot.

Your love ..

Was it not for me
Your glance was like ,
I was black to your white
or could I say ,
winter to your spring .

But I still fell for you ,
countless times,
it didn't matter,
how much summer,
or winter passed.

But for you none of the memories,
of the cold winter,
or the scorching sun
passed nor did it happen.

© izza kabeer
#a~memorie's~rift