Dewdrops

When will we meet again?

Cherry blossoms scatter, and tears gently fall, too.

The promise in my heart, silently prayed to the stars.

Please, don't ever forget me.

We once walked down a street where cherry blossoms danced in the breeze.

We will surely meet again.

A little sweet, a little angsty. Hope you readers have a laugh after reading.

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