White blossoms


I don’t know what to tell you of white spring blossoms.

The way they intoxicate me

and how, drunk in aroma,

I tilt my nose ever so slightly towards the laden trees.

The sight of them causes

a faint smile that appears and is gone again

as quick as those insignificant buds last after they’ve bloomed.

But nothing is ever quite gone, is it?

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