Blossom
A hand that grasps at the skies
Eyes that follow the arm.
Fingers that caress the air above;
The freshly planted rose.
A mind that dreams in the clouds
Eyes look up with faith.
The hands that work to make it true;
The leafy, budding rose.
A heart that seeks a lover
Eyes that meet her gaze.
Fingers that touch,
Hands that clasp,
The rose is in full bloom.














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