When first flower blossoms begin to fall, petals caught in a wind, you hear the dog's howl songs for Galia spilled in pages of tears Notes who soak in

When
first
flower blossoms
begin to fall,
petals caught
in a
wind,
you hear the dog's
howl
songs
for
Galia spilled
in pages of
tears
Notes who soak
into soul
so our beloveds
can frolick again
#smallpoems