Blossoms in Summer


Cherry trees are summer’s treasure.

Red clusters hang along the branch.

E’en the birds cannot resist its fruit.

As plump bobbles dangle in midair.


A sight to know – taste on a tongue.

To linger o’er the lips with a nibble.

Juice to spill as blood drains of life.

Your ruddy smile cast by lost hope.


Forcibly gaining ne’er with-staining.

The tendency to control oft central.

Throngs to neutralize by their DNA.

Liquid in a cup; flavor of new order.


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