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Sep 2015
Pink blossoms
drooping downwards
like gowns at a grand ball.

Dew clinging to their petals
and hanging like gems,
glimmering in the morning light.
an: on another note, the blueberry-lemon scones at starbucks aren't as great as I thought they'd be.
haruka
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haruka  Vancouver, Canada
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