Poem: White Blossoms
White blossoms...
old apple tree...
By their blossoms...
you shall know their hope...
By their fruits...
you shall know...
their beauty...
.........Quester.
My journey as a "student of life" and an artist, with room for the playful or downright silly, in my world, locally or globally.
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