Mute
She speaks what you don't hear
Saturday, April 12, 2008
In May
To perch upon a cherry blossom
And coo to her heart's content.
Rows of fluffy pinks
Dispersed with blotches of magenta ink.
Her heart does a dance
So little so wee.
She laughs she whirls
Like honey pots and a bear
So full with glee.
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