- By
SinDan Mer
- 11 th
Grade
- Santa
Ana, CA
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- The aroma of apple blossoms
- Slowly creep upon a virgin meadow.
- A mist of morning dew, dances
- Mysteriously upon a patch of clovers.
- Enchanted thoughts lay upon me
- As I sit there, thinking,
- Feeling, being a part of nature.