Lime coloured petals
Hanging from tresses
Of teenage days
Drop snow like
Into the flow
Of sparkling streams
Reflecting the silver
Of summer moons
The murmuring flow
Waltzes across
The sands
Of orchard green
Contrasting with tinged
White and pink buds
Of opening autumn
As the mallard flies
Into the rest
Of warming nights
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