Spring
Birds that sing, In morning brings fragile mist. The thirsty seed and child laughter, Awaiting for summer breeze. A bliss of solitude, Where the sky and valleys kiss. Beside the lake beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Waters that turned glass, While crystals form on blades of grass. Frozen in the winter chill, All has changed but seems so still. Sleeping bulbs, Wait for their birth. Spring is rebirth in the frozen earth.
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I do love springs. Everything is just so alive 💕
Awee. Thank youu overthinker. You inspire me to write some more.
Subarashi
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Ur works are more subarashi
Ah a reminder that after a 'down' moment in life there will be brighter days ahead for a fresh new start. Awesome!😊❤
Thank winona. U for me is like the spring 💕