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My Cherry blossom tree ?

My Cherry blossom tree ?

The blushing pink posies on my Cherry blossom tree are one of my favourite things for me
It is such a shame they don’t bloom very long but as the breeze blows thru the trees they are gone just like a song, that sweetly singing sound from a beautiful melody
with those meaningful lyrics and symphony

Oh sugar-coated, candy, marshmallow kisses you send me shimmers of sparkles and memorable reminisces
Clusters of clumps of crimson pinks
tho you fall fast on the ground in a shortfall of blinks
I appreciate that short spell you blossom and bloom shining thru my windows, lighting up my room

As the last little pink perfect petal falls on my window pane you should know your fleeting glimpse was not in vain
As soon as mid spring is hereΒ Β just before the summer season shows
I look forward to your bright array with those wonderful pink glows
So I thank you Cherry blossom from the bottom of my heartΒ 
You are worthy of any painted palette from an exquisite fine art

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Greg Etsell

what wonderful poem
love cherry blossomΒ 
so beautiful

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Jill Tait

Ay ours is abloom at mo so beautiful ❀️?❀️

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Jill Tait

Aww mine is so pretty adding to our beautiful blue skies luv ❀️?❀️

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Simon Bromley

There's seems no end to your ink Jill, phenomenal

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Jill Tait

Awww Thank you Simon ❀️?❀️

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Richard Waters

Does, it, always, have to be about WOOD or " les FLEURS " whether they be in the attic or not ? Get, it ? The literary anacdote derives pleasure from the BARK, and the " sky-lark " ! Whatever, you, reach for. With aspiration, ambition and inspirations to guide. CAN YOU, WORK IT OUT ? :) :) Beyond Kipling and Keating ? See, the travesty of not discovering fulfillment of need. Or, feed. When, thought be put to the driving-force like no other. The SIGNS are there, on where to go. Honestly. ART, REFORMED, AND occasionally, DEFORMED for effects. Far, from " madding crowd " or fixations, based on " Primal Fear " of failure. Do you agree ?
Interesting piece. Nice to confirm credentials, right ?Β  :) :) Poetry " re-views " beggar belief, at times ? You, seem to be happier going with some thing you know ! WHY NOT ? It, can make sense. Surely, to goodness ? AT, CERTAIN " CROSS-ROADS " !!Β  :) Direction, considered !Β 

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Richard Waters

" The over-view " or " planted " suggestion, sought from level-headed diagnosis ? Do you " touch " base, or trunk, to free sculptured statement ?
Love, the angle, and the " dangle " ! Giving, cause, for " HABITUAL "Β  earthly concerns. NICE. :)

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Jill Tait

Awww Thanks luv ❀️?❀️

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Jill Tait

Awww shugs Thank you so much ❀️❀️❀️

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Pratibha Savani

Love this so much!! I have one in our garden and it just reminded me of it. Every spring I see it in full bloom and its pretty petals fall and it's so beautiful. I miss the petals have to wait a whole year!!
Such a beautiful piece you are a very talented individual ?
Definitely pinned!! Will read later and smile ? ???????
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Jill Tait

Awww and Thank you so much too my lovely
poetic friend ???

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