Apple Blossoms

Written by: jim joyce

When chances  meet thru modern means and poet trees
Then  misty dreams drift close together
As first meetings with no care 
And long flowing  hair , 
Red as apple blossoms blooming fair,
 Bewitching smiles and longing sounds 
And sweet nectar drifting through the air
Faint echoes of loves pure air and poetry abound
Bitter sweet from afar , the smiles
 rosy cheeks ,and twinkling eyes 
And most of all white doves
Floating in the sky