Mohamad S Bazzi

 

​​Come over today​

It’s still a bit pink out

And the flowers will play​

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The green has not gobbled up

All of the spring

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The golden, the white, the lavender

Still sing

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The new winged scarlets,

The canary ones, too​

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A cool breeze still wafts through

This burning canoe​

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