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Cherry birds

Plum tree with a thousand bees

honeymoon of bliss and flowers

little winds of petals blowing round

in a blaze of spring, pink and cherry red

diaphanous and dewy on the ground.

I drown in the succulence of your lips, I kiss

drinking deep in wildflower meadows.

The sun it melts the cold to spring

and in the morning we watch cheery birds

flit and hop upon the lawn

amid the daffodil yellows.

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