As the blossoms fall from the cherry tree,
the dogwood withers and dies,
a whirlwind whips sodden leaves from the ground
as the rainbow fades from the sky.
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July 3rd, 2016 at 11:24 pm
This is poignant yet so beautiful xx
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July 4th, 2016 at 4:01 pm
Thank you Hayley. Just one of those random thoughts that tumble out of us as we go about our lives
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