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In your mind can you count blossoms?
Do you remember times when they fell upon the sill
Does their silky fragrance
Bring thoughts of her smiling child
Straining your cheeks through laughter?
Do you see large glistening drops of moisture
Refreshing and renewing the immaculate color
Or as does grey, sodden clouds
ushering rain
through tears?
Can you whisper their names without crying?
What would they say in defense of their innocence?
Do you recall their dreams
Having hastened past the moment neglecting
to inquire?
Or does the Word stop you and force
response of which you were perchance
incapable?
Will you be that golden thing to which you have been crafted?
Or dance in the daydream of fallen foes,
Party pals and fluffy comfort
If you are called by the rich earth
to your senses, do not deny
the story it would have you sing
Falling blossoms memory,
the finite cost of being brilliantly precious

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