4.7.10
the wind's lilt
sings to April's blossoms
"come here; dance with me"
in abstract romance
the petals pluck away
from delicate buds
delighted for a moment
in the scented air, flying, it seems
then falling, lustfully embraced
by the luscious, damp earth
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