As she braced the crisp
Morning air.
Around her, a dust devil swirled.
Gently carrying Blossoms
From fruit trees plucked.
Silently she went her way.
Me another.
In a moment fair
Some love was shared.
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
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- Category: Love
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