In a whirlwind that swept gently on today's very April afternoon
We could have just stood in, let them swirl around us
I would want to see you surrounded by those lovely pink blossoms
I know, the whirlwind does pick up dust and debris
And they could hurt your eyes, should we stand so
You could hide your face into my chest as we have cuddled often
And felt the flowers gently caress you in their light swirling
My heart warmed up, looking at these gentle petals flying
They seemed like your eyes, they fluttered just as beautifully
They turned towards me, swirled some more momentarily
Rekindled my hope, only to abruptly turn and go away
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