Thousands upon thousands of dancing stories,
Moving down towards the glistening morning light,
For dawn with the cool dew drips,
Only those subtle petals dazzle just right,
Springs fancies with many bird choir songs,
With riotous blooms for laughter showered with praise,
And beds of colour lay the flowers so lovely in pale pinks,
Cherry-blossoms may tantalize the breeze too tease,
To shower down and light up our world,
In a cascade of petty silken touches,
So soft like your lips upon mine,
A delightful move down,
For the people which play around.
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