Cloudless, and a pure pale blue...
Perfect and serene cover,
On a cool afternoon.
Its beauty is only outdone
By the pristine white, not yet pink,
Blossoms on the sakura tree...
The branches covered,
In an exquisite sprout-blanket of flower petals.
I spy an amazing spot...
A corner lot, behind the barred windows
Of an uncaring apartment building.
A virgin patch of soft grass,
Beneath today's sky and the flower-trees...
A perfect spot,
It lies empty and ignored and unappreciated.
It is so beautiful...
I wish I could trespass,
Lie down there on the grass,
And never move,
For a long, long time.
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