And the wind took the cherry blossom and swirled confetti snow all over everything.
And white flower scented fragments kissed my aching memory and did awaken me to symphony.
I am a black rose under the green tinsel stars
I am the hospital shiver in the sticky crimson river
Archangel luminous glory along the jazz line!
I am crowned with grief.
And the wind took the cherry blossom in the photographic haze.
It was a yellow grey smoky kind of day. A curious sting was dissolving into my skin. And the wind took the cherry blossom