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Spring-Piece

The strayed -cherry tree,
Bewildered by red-brick walls
In the lost by-street,
Is dusted with green.
Its white blossoms push
Long and scented fingers
Into the liquid air.
Clouds of white butterflies
Silently drift,
Like loosened and breathing petals
Seeking the sun.

Structure

11 lines · 3 stanzas