Thursday, March 26, 2009

furst gean flourish:
a'ready
rowin awa




first cherry blossom:
already
rolling away

5 comments:

  1. They never last long enough for me. But perhaps that's what makes them more precious each year.

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  2. Beautiful poem John.

    this fleeting life
    gone
    in the blink of an eye

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  3. Oh the wind!
    when will it stop its swirl? :)

    Good one, John

    wishes,
    devika

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  4. ah, the delicae beauty.

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