Darkness caresses the nightgarden with mysterious light.An overpowering fragrancespills into the air, starlit incensefrom the frothing honeysuckle,an unruly child that snugglesin the vacant arms of the cherry tree,whose glorious pink flowers,long jaded, have perished in showers. Kim M. Russell, 6th May 2024 Written for The Garden of Neuro Poetry Circle Quadrille Challenge Day 6.
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