Just Blossoms In the Wind and No More
Blossoms blow blindly in the wind,
wishing for whatever they can
hold onto,
with a happiness,
deemed unmeasureable.
Together,
they help support one another,
only to be left scattering
further into a distant wind.
Soon their abundance will disease,
only to leave,
but a bare tree behind,
emptied from its joy,
and abundance of cloned,
beautiful blossoms
destined for the same path.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2010
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