Night Wind
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The night wind blew
through the Judas trees
scattering their unscented flowers,
pinkish purple all around,
resembling blood
shed on the ground
of a small hillock
not far from another one
called Golgotha.
That was so long ago.
A man stood there,
ruminating on past events.
Why did he have to die?
Note: The Judas tree produces flowers first. When all flowers are gone the leaves appear. It's not a pleasant sight.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2022
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