Spring
April
Finally!
The clouds lessen ,
the sun warms the skin
hope sprouts, small buds at first
growing into bloom. Beauty
in hues only our eyes can know.
Artificial colors will not do
Winter. Spring. Beginning. End. Life. Death. Cyclical.
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Author:
Luke Bensing (
Offline) - Published: August 5th, 2025 14:54
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Comments3
Everything has it cycle, beginning and end, enjoyed the read
A beautiful metaphor of life in its cycles. Nicely done
Wow, what a beautiful poem to read
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