The flowers, they write to me.
Their colours, my memory.
Vibrant as a painter's dream,
I feel them beckoning.
To let the winter go,
To not wait for tomorrow.
They say spring can be here today.
Need not be after snow or before May,
Need not be in some garden far away, Spring can be here today they say,
As soon as I want it to be that way.
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Author:
Agantuk (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Humans are plagued with amnesia. Sometimes we even forget to be happy.
- Category: Spiritual
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