April in her crown of splendour
shows to heaven all her beauties-spoil
those clouds of pink-perfection
waver heavily-bowed on bare earth
outside the church like confetti
they have waterfall fountains cascading
trails on the winds-white-ribbon
they came through the casement window,
their petals fell on the rocking chair-pink raindrops.
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