It needs a poem.
It needs a paintbrush.
The fragrance.
The, fragrance.
The, fragrance.
If I could catch it,
cradled in dancing crystal
and send it to you,
cradled in dancing crystal
and send it to you,
you would fall, fall, fall,
into bliss.
into bliss.
6 comments:
My goodness, that is lovely. No cherry blossoms on Pollywog Creek, but your lyrics could easily be applied to orange blossoms. When the air is heavy with their fragrance, I can almost taste it.
Thank you for the bliss!
I can almost smell the blossoms!
Oooooooo if only you could send me some - mind you if I close my eyes I'm sure i can smell it on the air!
Vicky x
I so want to plant some cherry trees here.
Hopefully next year. Then I'll be able to smell the fragrance, too. :)
you are quite a bit further on than us, none of my flowering trees are flowering yet, just buds.
Can't wait until they do flower though.
Gill
Glorious picture. Glorious words.
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