The Last Blossom
As the inky black of night time begins to melt away
Its’ grip on the moment loosened by the coming of the day
The first shards of sunlight pierce the darkness of the world
And I behold the morning born anew, its’ arms unfurled

The earth sighs in welcome, its’ breath condenses as the mist
Dew forms on dormant bud and yet one bloom persists
There stretching out before me, defiant 'til the last
A solitary blossom kindles thoughts of seasons past


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