a light rain dances off the cherry trees in bloom
fog hovers over the river wrapping around the corner, out of sight
the stone roses play on the radio
while steam rises from my mug, and another day beings
i think so.
Filed under honeybees, post-it poems
I have supreme cherry blossom envy these days. Do see if you can get them to stick around for a few more weeks, please.
I will try my best! :)
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