A Blossom Floating Across the Water
A lone blossom, a flash of pink, floats down from above,
Lilting upon the water.
Ripples dance across its bright surface.
From whence did it come—
This blessing from above?
I look…and see.
There is a man,
Watching and waiting.
He is still,
So still that he might not even be real.
The flower slowly pirouettes across the surface of the water,
Beautiful and mysterious.
I reach out,
Enfolding it within my grasp,
And I am gone.
Alone,
My fingers blossom.
Pearly pink petals unfold,
Soft,
Gentle,
Delicate.
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