benevolentbluebabe

Apple Blossoms

Dressed in lace, pink ladies dance

'midst the gentle breeze

twirling 'round their parasols, 

felicitous, with the other trees,

that, deliciously, dreamily perfumed,

with lusciously supple grace,

and with blush imbued,

cast light upon your smiling face.

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