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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

 

flowers

yellow as July's sun

give fragrant shade

bees take their honey

while we take ours

 

 

yesterday

those flowers were buds

and we

strangers searching

for each other

 

today

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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