Scent of the Silent

Blossom trembles with thoughts I cannot read.
Though I feel the bursting anticipation,
The thrill of something. Something wonderful
That the blossom senses in the silence.
Something alive and vital on the breeze.

© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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