This poem was written in orientation to a picture. For best imagery, refer to it; the picture can be found on my profile.


Sitting by the fallen leaves,

her thoughts fall as well.

As cherry blossoms sashay down past her,

the zephyr soothingly brushes against her face.

The morning dew drips onto her hair,

soon dripping onto her skin.

Sitting by the fallen leaves,

her thoughts fall as well.

What a lovely depiction.