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I sat on a bench
In the corner of a courtyard
About ten years ago
It was large but hardly vast
Near sixty yards square or so

Surrounded by a rough hewn wall
Round six feet high it seemed
Lost in a peaceful memory
A soft focus pre Easter dream

In the opposite corner
On the diagonal perceived
A fully laden Cherry Blossom
Swelled and shook and breathed

Through its essence and existence
Through it's roots and bark it heaved

As if ready to impart a message
I felt grateful to receive
A holy thing to take with me
When
I stood
And turned to leave

Then out of nowt
A tiny tornado
Appeared at the midway point
Like a spectral referee incarnate
Explaining the rules of the joint

He bowed to both parties
Swirled round the mortal pitch
Encompassing the tree
Every petal gently pinched
Then carried to me
In a widening perfumed gyre
I could feel it's cleansing warmth
An exquisite painless fire

I was encircled fully
Music like I'd never seen
Swaythed from head to toe
In the brightest of pinks and creams
The aroma almost killed me
The most cinematic of scenes.

Then the spirit was gone
Fragrance piled high at my feet
Now I did not belong
My dance card replete
I sniffed back a tear
I stood up and left
It's never happened again
Easter now so bereft.
 Apr 4 Soulless
M
Distancia
 Apr 4 Soulless
M
Así que, aunque te extraño,
aunque todavía pienso en ti, te dejo ir.
Porque la distancia es paz.
Y la paz es lo que elijo.
Aunque duela un poco.
Aunque duela mucho.
Para AA.
 Apr 4 Soulless
BobbyJMoss
As the warmth disturbs the spring air,
Summer texts and says "I'll meet you there",
A reply..."Let's drink, dance, and cheer,
Before my charms disappear".

The clock tocks the small hand forward,
Taking Spring by surprise,
"An hour?" Spring says, "come Autumn, you'll see your own demise"

Autumn chimes in..."Can you two keep it down please?...Winter is trying to sleep"
...but Winter sleeps deep.
 Apr 4 Soulless
BobbyJMoss
1 glass chill
2 glass brill
3 I ponder
4 my mind wanders
5 glasses I start messaging
6 I start talking
7 My thoughts turn to food
8 I can't remember
 Apr 4 Soulless
BobbyJMoss
Valleys farms rivers please,
Towns cities castles these,
Pubs people folk and trees,
Pies mash and finest cheese.
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