Clouds in May

Let all the world blow by in despair
So long as I have my blossom tree
And the clouds in May

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A quiet grief

A quiet grief
The small bunch of flowers
On the dirty lamp post
A thousand drivers a day pass this place
In third gear looking for fourth
Do any even notice
So small and tragic a thing?

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