Places of Love: almond blossoms

your eyes turn grey brown
take the colour of the distant hills
rolling away from me in a blue haze,
the smell of almond blossoms soft
wraps me into its milky presence;
a shard of moon I pin to my blouse
and walk my path alone carrying
dust from your feet as my prayer
and travel mate in my journey


 

 

 

 

 

 

Blossoming Almond Branches by Vincent Van Gogh

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