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 The Glistening The first morning light brushes tips of cherries weeping, their tears glistening, then fall. Wind chimes echo chaos, turning blossoms crystalline, shattering buds like fractals. Petals commence the ballet, floating, weaving, collecting, pale pink drifts of snow.
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AuthorI joined Writers Bloc, a group of writers from Monmouth County, NJ, whose styles are as diverse as their backgrounds and interests. Here are some of my writings from our meetings. Archives
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