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Friday Figments: Petal Pedagogy

Photography by Anna Harrison

Cherry blossoms on the branch
Draw your gaze into a trance
of candy pink, and petals grant
a fragrance stirred in France.

After winter's avalanche
of snowflakes on the grass
Spring explodes the sky with strands
of budding beds for romance.

The decorated heavens brag
A cycle sweet to understand.

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  1. I love this! Especially the second to last line "the decorated heavens brag." Oh, and this is a great photo too ;)

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