I don't
understand why
my mind
drifts to thoughts
of you, in the
spring when I'm
alone in the woods.
The dew is on the
grass, and the small
flowers begin to
bud, the petals
slippery and wet,
glistening in the
morning
sun.
The birds sing
their symphonies of
praise, and the trees,
erect and strong, reach
to the waiting sky.
The rain shoots
down, and I
rest.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Marvelous love poem so unconventional yet so touching. Very nice Thomas
Thank you.
Just lovely dearest Thomas. 🌹
Thank you so much, sweet Teddy.
Good write T. I never knew you were thinking of me. lol.
lol
Superb write, Thomas 🙏🏻🕊
Thank you.
A lovely touching love poem, wonderful write
Thanks.
You are very welcome
this is so refreshingly cool on a warm early spring day .. or at least it feels that way to me write now .. Neville
Thank you, my friend.
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