A small tiny gnome, I am
I run here and there, I do
Guessing at the numbers of peach blossoms
I wonder at the content of their glittering stones
Out of the tulip buds come by blood-related gnomes
The filling of pollen falls over them, it does
Then we all start to dance as the greenness and all their colors
open so bright, they do.
Patricia
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