Oh delicate blossom
Fragile wisp of spring
A kiss from sun’s butterfly
is enough for you
For you are such a fine thing
Oh delicate blossom
Soft as ember’s ash
Beware the heavy kiss of passion
from the wake of sun’s sloughing
For you are such a temporary thing
Oh delicate blossom
Gentle smile of Gaia
How you caress the arena
the ambiance and the sun’s shadow
For you are such a celestial thing
This is lovely, Martin.
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Thanks, Betty š
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