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What I imagine my first kiss will be like.

Poem about depression.

Personal experiance helped me write this.

The temple burns bright.Many flames licking shoji doors,a beacon at night

Winter dusk is gone, replaced by a bright light inthe vibrant blue sky

Rain drips from the leavesinto the gurgling stream belowto drift to the sea

Shadows dance on you,the stalk seems to wither down.Sun's rays give it life

Rising sun goes up,Sakura flowers rise totheir only life source

The Sakura treeshades two flowers lying foreverby each other's sides

Leaves fall from branches,waves roll in and out but themountain never goes