By and For Inland NW Writers
Walking through the park I see, cherry blossoms falling from the trees.
Gently floating on the breeze, their wondrous fragrance makes me sigh.
With the sun caressing my face, they take me to a distant place.
A beautiful woman with lips that tasted like cherry…Continue
Added by Jonathan Allen on February 5, 2013 at 4:45pm — No Comments