The Music Box

Japanese Music Box by George Winston 
(read to George Winston's Japanese Music Box)

The wind moves through the trees; dancing blades of grass.

The petals sing like
tears up
on .
.     my .
.            face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
.      like .
.              snow.

The sun slips through her arms; holding dark shadow.

The petals sting like
tears up
on .
.     my .
.           face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
.       like .
.              snow.

The moon winds up through time; kissing paler skin.

The petals lay like
tears up
on .
.      my .
.             face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
.       like .
.              snow.

The earth embraces stone; languishing in death

The petals lay like
many mournful tears up
on .
.      my .
.             face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
.       like .
.              snow.

The river comforts soul;  bidding life to rest

The petals swirl, play and then lay
like tears up
on .
.      my .
.             face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
.       like .
.              snow.

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