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</></></>Up the hill, the Tung blossoms of this year are awake,
Above the green ocean, flying their white snowflakes.
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A beautiful poem! For a moment I saw the picture and remembered when I was young the camping out in the bush we did as a family. Wonderful days, learning about nature, the stars and how to appreciate the beauty that surrounds us. Such good memories, thanks for sharing yours!
people leave this world but leave a part of themselves in their progeny to follow.................The tung will bloom for ever and dad will live on in your memories..............poetically eloquent.............