Zywa
Under the cherry tree
Together on the bench
under the cherry tree
slowly letting the day
set in the night
Another evening together
under the cherry tree
Do not think romantically
of the sparkle in a glass
the flame of a candle
in the twilight
intimately together
under the cherry tree
That would be a surrogate
and leave us no space
to feel who we have been today
to sense what we really want
It is in the air we breathe
and smell, here, on the bench
under the cherry tree
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