Care-Free Blossoms

Away from the tumult 

of motor and mill
I want to be care-free; 

I want to be still!
I'm weary of doing things; 

weary of words
I want to be one with

 the blossoms
and birds. 

 Edgar A. Guest

In my garden, after a rainfall, 

you can faintly, yes, hear the
      breaking of new blooms.

 Truman Capote    

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