Cherry Blossom Biography

I thought that loneliness was a safe place to hide away and isolate myself from strangers with stories still untold, but I met you.
When I met you, your eyes were a densely packed thick book waiting to be read and understood.
Some people called me a madman, others called me stupid, while many didn't even bat an eye, I pursued to read you with all my heart and understand your side of the story.
As time goes by, I started to understand you. Little by little, you showed me the things that ruined you, you told me about your lines that felt like out of place.
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It was many decades ago, in heaven
She was an angel that came down,
Packed her things and was raring to go,
With her angelic voice, serpent like hair that slithers in the wind, her opal colored eyes showing calmness and a sanctuary for the lost souls to rest at ease and open up.
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Screams of never-ending agony killed the ghost-quiet night, the teary eyed stars watched as two lives were lost under their supervision, the moon held back its tears for it can't do anything but accept the fact that he is only a spectator.

He was clothed in pure darkness yet it was slowly being consumed by the spreading tint of red that ran down his head, his hands were occupied by his lifeless bride that was covered in roses due to an accident they didn't expect.
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It was many moons ago, in a window by the sea, she was sitting in silence and was doused in the pale moonlight, the peaceful entrance of the cherry blossoms into the room it brought along the frigid breath of the cold, mysterious night.

The angels observing from above, watching with envy of my beautiful Isolde, they folded the heavens making it into a starless and dark sky, crashed the peaceful heavens creating cackling and roaring thunder and lightning that shocked my beautiful Isolde.
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It was at summer twilight when their eyes intertwined, they met at the cliff that the moon served in a silver platter.
Their hands danced as soon as they touched, their bodies shivered from the blistering clod blown by the Old Wind, they bathed in silence and was covered with blooming hyacinth flowers.
The cold summer breeze blew into their souls leaving them frozen in place as time moves on without them.
The night was killed by the rising sun, yet they remained.
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