Sundered by a playful spring,
Who hides in April shroud;
We dream of Sol's resurgence,
Adorned upon her brow.
No matter our impatience,
Or love for curve and bloom,
We starve until she's ready;
Delivers us from doom.
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Author:
Quemis (
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Sweet little study of the anticipation of spring. I call her Persephone!
Thank you! : )
I liked your images of yearning for Spring. Nicely done!
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