Trying to forget you
by Armando Ortiz
The last plum blossom has fallen,
joining past events,
in that precipice of forgotten decay.
Soon leaves will be a cicada green,
And we will explore other valleys,
While seeds die and repeat this infinite scene.
When winter returns,
You will have disappeared from my thoughts,
And the last leaf will descend with the frost of night.
If I am unable to eat from your tree,
Then being pushed by the unknown breeze,
will be my final decree
as I unroll my sails and sail away free.
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