Beautiful Things

April is both kind and cruel

That’s often the way with beautiful things

A warm sun that cradles and an icy breeze that cuts

Soft petals that delight and sharp thorns that draw blood

Honey lips that hide a poison tongue

It is only privilege that allows us to see one without the other

Spring flowers 2

 

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