I will see cherry blossoms today
dancing lightly in the April breeze
crenellated puffs of softest pink
jostling, welcoming, anticipating
meetings under the arch-browed branches:
where petals scamper round the feet
of once deplete, now wealthy hearts surfeit
with delight not won, but given
in sweet abandon from the Lord of heaven:
and sweet angel, I will think of you.
Dreams from a Pilgrimage 
“and sweet angel, I will think of you.” It’s always best when it’s shared.
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Touching, lovely.
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Reblogged this on Wallie's Wentletrap and commented:
One of Wallie and my favorite poems.
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How about that?! ‘Cause Wallie’s my favorite imp ❤️
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