Blossoms and Bubbles
Blossoms ride a babbling brook out to sea,
as it bubbles and gurgles over rocks.
And two lovers under a cherry tree,
silently share the moment; neither talks.
Watching the pastel-pink petals rain down,
they listen to the water's subtle song.
And as blossoms and bubbles swirl around,
a sweet-scented breeze pushes them along.
Dusk inks silhouettes with its fading light,
as shadows merge, combining into one.
And the stars come out to confetti night;
no longer eclipsed by a shining sun.
Lovers succumbing to fantasy's bliss,
snuggle as pink blossoms and bubbles kiss.
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