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Under The Linden Tree
by  Aurora Antonovic and C.W. Hawes

beneath linden blossoms

words are spoken

old as the moon

and they cease

with one kiss



yellow as July's sun

give fragrant shade

bees take their honey

while we take ours




those flowers were buds

and we

strangers searching

for each other



mirrored images reflect

past blooms

and tomorrow

who knows


the blossoms

will fall and cover the pond

but today

they are so very sweet

and ours to savour


the trees

may turn red in autumn

but come spring

they will become yellow and fragrant

and blossom for us once more



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