cherry-blossoms

the cherry-blossom leaves are falling it marks the end of a season and the apparent death of this magnificent tree but it's the most beautiful thing i've ever see i weep at the sight of this marvelous occurrence i wonder how the death of this amazing creature can move me so much nevertheless i want to feel like this forever with nothing to fear nothing to hate nothing to do but bask in this breathtaking moment and never return to the life i lived before to the fear the hate that goddamn darkness i want so much not to have to go back to that life i hate so very much -This particular poem is not finished yet. I can;t come up with a suitable ending. If anyone has any ideas please let me know.