Blossom, routinely;
Blossom, without habit...
So as
The violin’s trill
Embellishes a melody
Without touching it
He gave (a)
Date to the world
And every year he respects it
He respects it as he
Blossoms
On an effort, masking it by grace
And now your pledge
Is in my
Olfaction
This is the difference:
Perfume flies (away)
While the smell
Endures...
(There’s) no time for describing
Now it’s time to feel
Thanks
For being on time
To fill, to soak
My earth of yourself
As families do
With (their) dresses
Fill my earth of yourself!
A flower for my
Land
