We spoke near this place
where papa’s memory did store
signs of winter’s last trace
~
in papa’s name cherish
beauty in the form of white blossoms
the ice floes do perish
~
while a sunlit peace
suggests our open arms will guide
our lives toward a release
~
summertime and leisure
quiet memory of a fonder time
underneath our plum tree near
~
Carpe Diem #906 Ume-no-hana (ume flower)
What Crosses My Mind 
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