Cherry Blossoms Haiku Novels & Stories

Inside were two of his father’s cameras, kimbap and water from his mom, and an umbrella in case it rained. The first stop was Jinhae cherry blossom festival in Gyeongsang-do, where approximately 350,000 cherry trees lined the streets. Pink petals hurled in the sky like small pink butterflies flapping their wings in the sunny Springtime. “Oppa, I feel like I’m Alice in Wonderland,” stretching her arms wide, letting the pink petals brush her face. They watched the fireworks at night, and once again, Suho saw a fiery passion in Hana’s eyes, full of delight and wonder.

Ming bowed and was about to walk away, just then, she heard a masculine voice, “Did you lose someone who was also like this cherry blossom?” Ming turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a hat and glasses. He stood beside her and looked up at the tree. Ming hummed in response, “Hmm… when I was about to end my life, she came as a new beginning, like this cherry blossom. That day was the first day of spring and as well as of my new life…” “Hmm… some people are indeed like that. So today is her birthday or funeral? And why pink roses under cherry blossom tree?” that man asked.

"You owe me a foot massage." Higan led me passed the trees and into a clear and grassy place that gave view to the nature below us. I stood in a daze as I drunk in our surrounding and marveled at how breathtaking the scenery was. The cloudless sky was a light shade of blue and it made the view more picturesque. "Whoa," I breathed and smiled at Higan. He smiled back. "Beautiful, isn't it?" "Totally." I got my phone and took some pictures.

She aksed him who was had lost all his words. "Why I am here? Why I am here? Oh yeah, I came to take you to that bosom.... No, no ...I am not talking about your bosom.... It's blossom.... Cherry blossom. Cherry blossom season and...." "First, stop staring at my chest." Giselle put her hand to cover the area which made Hyun lose his mind. "Second, I could not understand what you are talking about." Hyun licked his dry lips and lool away from her.

Cheryl grinned. The man took out his cellphone from his pants pocket: an expensive cell phone, with black colour. Cheryl started typing as instructed. "Huh, how come the cherry blossoms come out?" "Read the caption." "Cherry blossoms, derived from Japanese, the word 'pocket' which means flower." "Do you see the picture?" Cheryl nodded. "Isn't it beautiful?" "If you are juxtaposed with that flower, you are still the prettiest among them." Cheryl looked at her opponent. She swore that this very instant, Cheryl had fallen in love with the wise man in front of her.

He turned his head and said to her with a smile, "It's okay. But I'm very happy to hear what you said." His eyes were curved slightly, and his gaze was soft and indifferent. He had not been asking for much. He only hoped that he could enter her heart little by little, and only hoped that she was still by his side. He pinched her shoulders and turned to look at the cherry tree. At this season, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Unfortunately, there were not many of them in the yard, so it was not as magnificent as Sakura Road. When the wind blew, several petals looked thin.

A slight headache and a sense of disorientation lingered, as if I had been asleep for a long time. As I looked around, I took in the sprawling compound. It was surrounded by stunning cherry blossom trees, their flowers a breathtaking sight – nearly pure white, with delicate pink hues near the stem. The trees transformed the compound into a serene oasis. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, creating a soothing background noise.

before Ren could say something else Yamaga just walked away as fast as he could, Making Ren sign in response watching the figure walking away from him. *Tick tock* *Tick tock* *Tick tock* The world filled with colour early morning sun barely visible due to the Fogg around. The mixture of yellow, orange, red, purple. Violet and a little shade of blue in the clear sky with no clouds. The cherry blossom trees let their little pink colour petals fall on the ground one after the other. The dark green grass with the morning dewdrops upon it. *Tick tock* *Tick tock* *Tick tock*

Every step revealed new wonders—a bed of roses in various hues, their petals like velvet against my fingertips; clusters of lavender swaying gracefully, releasing a fragrant perfume that filled the air; and delicate cherry blossoms, their pale pink petals falling gently with the breeze. I stopped for a moment beside a small pond, I have never noticed before, it's surface a mirror reflecting the azure sky above. Graceful koi fish glided through the water, their colors vibrant and shimmering. Nearby, a stone bench beckoned me to sit and bask in the serene ambiance. I obliged, allowing myself to be embraced by the garden's ethereal beauty.

" - Happiness? Moses asked thoughtfully, and went on with his story. - Happiness is when your loved one is next to you. It's when your kids laugh at a clown in a circus. This is when you found your calling. Happiness is a meeting. Then Moses said goodbye to Alexey and went to the cherry orchard, which was located next to the monument to A. P. Chekhov. Twelfth day. Meeting Moses walked through the cherry orchard and touched the fragile branches of these trees. The falling shadow of the cherry tree played like a wave in the wind. The sun's rays drove out the bottomless darkness, as if they awakened the memory of Moses, where the petals of this cherry blossom were stored, which fell from the h