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Japanese Magnolia
His beautiful courtyard,
On an almost Spring day,
Captures my attention,
In an awakening kind of way.
Petals on the brick,
Buds still on the tree
The scent from up the stairs
Smells of potpourri.
White, fuchsia
And a hint of pale pink
Almost running up the stairs
To twist the cap off my drink.
He'll never know
How much all this means to me
Growing high and up,
Strong and beautiful like that Japanese Magnolia tree.
