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Walking across campus in sunshine
I see that the branches of the
cherry tree are heavy with bloom
and I wonder that I have become so blind
that I had not noticed the buds shatter
or the whiteness seep out, petal by petal.
There is no April in the silent world.
Paintings by Diego Valentín Díaz (c. 1650)
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Everything is in bloom.
Colours are everywhere.
Petals flutter all over.
It's beautiful.
Or in the case of our household, There is no silence in the April world.
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