A Fuschia Kind of Day

 On the top of a Malus tree

A pair of swallows built their nest

They'd been flying around

For far too long

Today, they put all sorrows to rest 


On top of the Malus blossoms

The pair of swallows blithely play

A blitz of stardust

Laughter suffused, giggles fussed

It was a fuschia kind of day

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