Under the Sakura Tree
Sirius Lee Brilliant
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters I this story… thing..
A/N: Huh… So, I feel a bit odd… This is almost-kinda-sorta a poem… I just never thought myself much of a poet.
I remember the days we spent there, lying beneath the Sakura tree…
Those sweet smelling blossoms drifting down to this warm earth where I still am.
The faint breeze that stirred the ebony locks on your head; the soft, inviting look of you, who exuded midnight's cloak of darkness with every breath you took.
Yes… As I sit here, beneath the Sakura tree… I remember… Without you…
A/N: So, you can choose any characters you like to fit this; it's up to you.
