cinquain 2021 i

plum trees
never ask why,
when the deities please,
their buds, in the blink of an eye,
must die

2 thoughts on “cinquain 2021 i”

Every now and then I find a poem that I wish I had written. This is exquisite. I wish I had written this.

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