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White blossoms.
White blossoms, covering the meadow.
White blossoms, covering the meadow, like something from a dream. White blossoms, their petals delicate and pure .
White blossoms.
White blossoms, covering the meadow.
White blossoms, no longer white.
White blossoms, no longer white, now red.
White blossoms, now red, covering the meadow.
White blossoms, their petals soiled.
White blossoms, their petals splattered with the red.
Red covering the meadow.
The White blossoms, in the meadow, no longer as radiant.
White blossoms, now red, covering the meadow like a vast sea.
A sea of red.
White blossoms, no longer so pure and delicate, like something from a nightmare.
War has made the White blossoms red.