Blossom

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I am delicate satin between thumb and finger.

In the intricate dance of Spring, I am the forerunner.

We swirl in unison, my family and I,

Mother waves goodbye in the breeze that carries us.

We shower like confetti, shoot like sparks,

leaving a scattering of pink snow in our wake.

But soon our song ends. I fall amongst the green,

and lie by yellow flowers, to be trampled to brown.

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