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Sunday, 10 July 2016

Blossoms

The start is clear, 
The blossoms appear.
There's a bloom across my tree.
In each, there is a seed. 

Blossoms die sometimes
Sometimes I kill these. 
Blossoms come quickly. 
Fruit evade me.

Where, the fertile soil?
Where, the good earth?
Where, the strong rays?
Where, the bees?

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