I love it when the apple trees are in bloom

pink-white blossoms hang around the green

they give the tree a certain appeal

and look as if they’re dancing in a gentle breeze

drifting slowly in the air

gently floating onto carpets of green

creating colourful patterns on the front lawn




A poem written by inkdrop for the daily post : Perfume

Salford (via Heraklion) , 10th May 2017

Perhaps it was her eyes that first attracted me

Everyone stopped – freeze frame as we met

Reaction to that wonderful smile – unabashed, but

From that day on, she seemed to be everywhere

Unusually, i couldnt see her around, was my

Memory playing tricks on me ?

Even the blossom’s sent a message of her