
Shifting winds blew through her long hair,
as she walked through the park
trying to make sense of it all, she couldn’t
and it didn’t, none of it made sense
all that she had been through,
yet spring was here,
and cherry blossoms roared within her heart
she knew hope,
was not far away, and she decided
that was enough for her,
it was more than enough
as the wind tossed
cherry blossoms into her hair.
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P.S. As a writer I find I can write easily with either a male or female voice.