"My heart overflows with a pleasing theme; I address my verses to the king; my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe." -Psalm 45:1
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Lost Blossoms
I step out, and a light rain drizzles down. I walk, turn the corner. The trees look defeated, their branches heavy with moisture. They reach towards what they have lost in the rain.The ground is covered in pink snow.
Pink snow. Love it.
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