canopy of pink,
they are grabbing every eye—
next moment, they’re gone.
Note: Now the trumpet tree is full of splendor, but it's ephemeral. It's now, that holds all the beauty.
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Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
I write about nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, and psychology.
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