She is a blossom on the tree of life,
a vibrant splash of the purest white.
She is none but the winds wife,
soaring as high as any kite.
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I am anxiously awaiting the cherry blossom in my own yard to burst into it's beautiful display of delicate awakening. Your poem, a lovely reminder. PEACE
I am anxiously awaiting the cherry blossom in my own yard to burst into it's beautiful display of delicate awakening. Your poem, a lovely reminder. PEACE