Light fingers trace across baring arms,
a touch to dismiss the pain,
glancing toward her Cherry Falls….
…she’s wanting love again.
Eloquent fragrance casts lightly over…
…these shards of a broken heart,
repairing each petal and delicate leaf,
he (God) pulls tight what’s torn apart.
Heavenly whispers translate angelic verse,
erasing scars our grieving breathes,
as resurrections from reminiscent image
fall soft from Cherry Fall dreams
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