this summer she wears her pink kimono
and she will walk under the pink blossoms of the pink sakura
she will carry a pink umbrella
and she will cross the pink bridge of kokoma
pink leaves on her feet
pink toenails on her pink wooden shoes
in honour of her love
that never bloomed to complete red
she will sit on a pink bench
and pray for pink clouds to drift
on the pink skies
ric s bastasa
poem from http://blossomandbloom.blogspot.com/
image from http://kateharrisonphotography.com/
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