Qurrathul Ain

Springtime is here,

When the frogs wake from their hibernation,

Poking their heads from the frozen soil in anticipation.


Under the beaming sun, 

Splendid flowers have begun to blossom,

Filling the air with their sweet scent.

The fluttering wings of the butterflies' usher in the new spring.


We giddy from all these,

Are unaware that this warmth,

Does not reach equally to all.

  • Author: Qurra Ain (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 29th, 2024 04:02
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 3
  • User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
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  • Teddy.15

    Beautiful it really speaks and makes the reader think, your last words powerful. 🌹

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