The Blood Of Wind

and so it was
in the end,
bleeding blossoms
on the wind, well
bleeding of the wind was blossoms
running from an artery
reaching thru eternity.

just born days ago
fragile beauty, pinkish white
tongues of praise
and then, torn, taken
by the wind as its own song
of bleeding blossoms,
the blood of wind.https://image.architonic.com/img_pro2-4/153/5918/instabilelab-news-2018-spring-wind-01-b.jpg

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