Tears In A Snowglobe

Stillness in a hutch
A relic gathering dust
She sits on a swing…lingering
Amidst barren cherry blossom trees
Petals strewn motionless about
A coverlet of pink and white on the ground

Motionless

Patient she waits for that touch
Many hourglasses go by
Until the hand of the curious
Rouses her world

She is stirred, invigorated

She lives this moment though short lived
Cherry blossoms instantly encircle
Blinding like a snowstorm
Similar to millions of glimmering stars
Soon they settle back to cover
She and her world return calm
To hibernation as fast as it woke

Painted on smile and sparkling eyes

Never changes in her watery world
I knew of a boy
Who thought he once saw tears in her eyes
I knew a girl once…just like this one

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