Blossoms (revised)

there are blossoms covering a tree

that begin to fall as soft summer
moves among the branches

I might see them floating down
as kisses to a baby

I might see them as broken things
emptied of purpose

I might lie down on the dark earth
and watch the falling blossoms

cover my eyes
until I see nothing at all

~

This is a revision of a poem I posted a couple of months ago. The poem now gets closer to what I had wanted to say.

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