When the flowers fall with every burst of wind,
I imagine they swim their way back up
to their position among
the leaves and oranges.
Shadows of broken clouds
pass overhead,
the petals of orange blossoms
turning from grey and then
back to white.
They litter the ground,
drowning grass
and making the floor
look like a white-capped sea.
With spring comes flowers,
don't you see?
I imagine they swim their way back up
to their position among
the leaves and oranges.
Shadows of broken clouds
pass overhead,
the petals of orange blossoms
turning from grey and then
back to white.
They litter the ground,
drowning grass
and making the floor
look like a white-capped sea.
With spring comes flowers,
don't you see?
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