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Omitting Cherry Blossoms
The back fields of the cherry blossoms I grew
I grew them years and years ago for you
The aromatherapy of the pink blossoms that omit
Will swirl, dance, and aerially lift
Finding its way to your waiting nose
Shimmering and playing - going up your clothes
Afflicted by the stunning aroma you smell
Leading you to beside the old well
Down into the well - the deep depths you peer
When all of a sudden you're held by this gripping fear
Not a noise amongst the cherry trees is heard
Silence - not an airplane, bat, or bird
Waiting until your eyes adjust to the dark
Having an eerie feeling this experience will leave a mark
Copyright ©
Holly Knoles
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