Blossom
By painted_angel
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Sprinkling the earth with a pastal white,
Making my long journey a memorable sight,
Like snow with a pale, pink, and incredible sheen,
A masterpiece of nature that simply must be seen.
A carpet of softness in every sense,
It's colour, it's feel, it's lightnes and expense.
Painting the floor with pale and pretty sprinkles,
Wrapping my feet in unique twinkles.
Tossed in the wind creating pink, glittering streams,
Flowing through the night illustrating magical dreams.
Draping over every surface there is to be found,
The blossom from the tree is scattered all around.
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