Sweet Spring Souvenirs
Now, Spring an echo of a crazy dance|
Its music still wrapping the soul in trance.
Sweet the taste of a season of pure feel
The scent of which the deepest pain could heal.
The weather of the Heart so fine, so dear
The path of Love, with folded eyes, so clear.
Time, that weighs on my world, in words no will
Hidden powers awake and feed my quill.
Sweet Spring souvenirs freshen mad Summer
Merry flair with the chirps of a hummer.
Summer sun and heat mould a poet’s mood
Seek fresh breeze in poetic solitude.
Time to seize that soul seasons we create
Dormant wonders inside, help radiate.
Sad silence might stain nature and its flair
See, Life is Harmony within we bear.
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