Blushing Blossoms
Your memory sprinkles in my mind,
In the dusting of the springtime.
It's hard not to smile I find,
When I am lost in thoughts sublime.
The blushing blossoms rustle thoughts
Of touching, falling, getting lost
Until the sky is silver dots.
We talk until we both exhaust.
I wish I could go back each spring,
And recall the sweet smell of your
Hair in my face, makes my heart sing.
It's always been you I adore.
Thank you for not going away,
Sweet, scented thoughts of yesterday.
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