Azalea Petals

June 13, 2024

In the azalea garden,

there lived three newborn foxes,

napping under the pink azalea trees.

Sunlight filtered through the woods,

casting dappled light on the pink blossoms.

Petals—thin and translucent—

were carried by a gentle breeze,

floating down like fragments of breath,

settling on the fur

of these three little foxes.

These three little bodies,

in their dreams,

twitched their ears,

shaking off these petals,

drawing the specks of light

into their dreams,

pink, thin and translucent.

The chirping of birds,

the whispering of insects,

these three little bodies,

with each breath,

gently rose and fell—

like the breeze

carrying azalea petals,

pink, thin, and translucent,

like fragments of dreams.

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