fifteen|blossoms
I looked at
the round moon
as it reflected
off of the trees
that had pink
blossoms to bloom
and I felt the
soft feel of one land
comfortably on my
wrist that later
feel to my
kneessoon they
covered the streets,
showing off
their fluorescent pink
colour and
floral scent.
they made me
so happy that
I smiled the
whole day long,
making sure
that in my dimple
there was always
a dent.
spring trees.
— ; a.m
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