Pink clouds bloom sky blue,
ancient rose climbs wooden stairs,
Spring sits… awaiting…
On my daily walks in my neighborhood,
I pass an ancient rose
whose trunk is as big as a tree itself
climbing high into these also ancient walnut trees.
When I see their huge pink blooms, way up high,
I know that Spring is waiting,
just around the corner...
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