Saturday, June 20, 2015

Blossom


Blossom is the bud
That was once as naïve as a pup

Blossom is that petal
That knows what ‘being held’ means

Blossom is that skin
That feels the magic of an embrace

Blossom is that tea
That lifts up in the mug gifted by you

Blossom is that memory
Where one links up to another

Blossoms and more blossoms
In the earth that grew on the footprints you left behind…….






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