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ๆกœ - Cherry-blossoms

Day 25 ... it's sunny. Warmth fills the air.
Good morning, ☕️๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿƒ

ๆกœ is a poem about the ephemerality of double cherry blossoms. Each petal is as thin as paper and becomes translucent when exposed to light. But the flowers steadily open one by one, day by day.
๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ

ไธ€ๆžšไธ€ๆžš็นŠ็ดฐใช่Šฑใณใ‚‰้–‹ใๅ…ซ้‡ๆกœ

- ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ


Delicate petals
Opening one by one
Double cherry-blossoms

- Michie Lyne

๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿ’ฎ
Double cherry-blossoms, photo, M Lyne, 2024.

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