Cherry Blossoms
A memory of spring when the world was blooming, but I was not.
This piece captures the quiet chaos of being fifteen—
a season where the cherry blossoms adorned every tree,
but inside, my love and light faded into grey
It’s the fire of unspoken sadness,
wrapped in the delicate petals of becoming.
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