Blossom - Poem by Blake Foxx
Her soft petals reaching forth,
grasping my body and pulling
me into her sweet embrace.
The warmth of her scent to my
lungs and my body. Its my perfect
drug, blooming only so often that
one can never love it to much.
Her perfect pink colors brilliantly
covering the earth. She is sweet,
and yet bitter for not blooming enough.
But when springs comes, on that perfect
day she blooms, a beautiful bushel of
flowers and love.
She is my blossom, my perfect Cherry Blossom...
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