Apple Blossoms
When chances meet thru modern means and poet trees
Then misty dreams drift close together
As first meetings with no care
And long flowing hair ,
Red as apple blossoms blooming fair,
Bewitching smiles and longing sounds
And sweet nectar drifting through the air
Faint echoes of loves pure air and poetry abound
Bitter sweet from afar , the smiles
rosy cheeks ,and twinkling eyes
And most of all white doves
Floating in the sky
Copyright © Jim Joyce | Year Posted 2012
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