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Monday, April 6, 2015

Cherry Blossoms: A poem

So the trees bloom,
And their sweet scent fills the air.
Kings and queens of the past
Understood their secrets.
Raining their white and pink 
Aura down upon them.

Beauty in the form of
Laughter falling from trees
Observed through petals.
Slow down, they whisper
Softening the rocks and pavement
Of which the road is made.
More and more
Subtly singing a new beginning.

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