Emerald Blossom Avenue

I see the newly painted fence,

a pure white

I feel the soft flowers

pure pink and green

I brush my fingertips, ever so gently,

over the pale pink flowers

as I continue to walk

down Emerald Blossom Avenue

I take a deep breath

Smelling the sweetness of the flowers

freshness of the late spring air

and slight breeze that tells of summer yet to come

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I would love to walk down this avenue and see the flowers,

would you?

Emily and pale flowers