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Chosen Path

The month of March has fled and left
those Cherry Blossom trees
Where are the blooms of dainty pink,
the April rain has made them white,
so soon out of her sight

And like the hushing of the wind
and leaves just whispering;
even the silence of the moon
passing the clouds reluctantly,
she cries in secrecy.

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