The wind whips up from the valley floor
And more leaves fall
More than before
I was never this happy or lost
Not since the cherry blossom fell
And I counted each flower as if to tell
How long the spring would last
Then I saw you
As if the whole of nature were a door
Don't leave me to the chill wind
And fallen leaves
Let me see your smiling eyes once more.
Joe August 2017
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