Birdsong breaks silence, an ode to Hope. Blossoms adorn the gnarled branches of a Cherry tree: sugar pink, fleeting. Lily of the Valley breaks humble ground, pure and white, crushed by careless footsteps and coveted by tiny hands, a bespoke bouquet.

Beauty so tender, her heart aches.

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Anna G. Watson

~ write like a painter

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