I can pass the hours
Watching the spring flowers.
When the wind blows,
A blanket of petals flows.
The myriad of colors
Have me thinking I’m debtless,
Calm my distressed heart,
So tranquil, I let down my guard.
On branches, buds stay,
Blooming larger through the day,
While those dislodged by a bird,
Fall to the ground, forming a carpet.
A wayward flower circling high,
Like a flirting butterfly,
Makes me soak up the sweet air,
Place a delicate blossom into my hair.
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