poem of the day
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
poem of the day April 30
How many buds
can be on a branch
laden with the mark of spring?
And how many of those buds
are going to be flowers?
Is it random or preordained?
I don't care as long as
the smell of magnolia opens my brain
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