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Usher in the blossoms
Four blossoms fall
coming to a rest
on the crest of a wave
rippling across the fathomless lake.
Three flowers flowing
sweet wind blows
the scent of fresh buns
in the wake of a glorious sun
Two cherry blossoms float
a streetlight shining upon
the lone bench embracing the night
moths pining after the celestial crescent.
A single bud blooms
new hope bursts forth
sparks spring old and young
blooming into spring.
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Navya Dagar
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