A gentle breath,
The spring breeze wakes.
New leaves unfurl,
No more winter flakes.
It whispers softly,
Through branches bare,
A promise warm,
On sunny air.
The flowers nod,
Their colours bright,
Dancing softly,
In the fresh spring light.
The spring breeze wakes.
New leaves unfurl,
No more winter flakes.
It whispers softly,
Through branches bare,
A promise warm,
On sunny air.
The flowers nod,
Their colours bright,
Dancing softly,
In the fresh spring light.
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Author:
Mark The Phenomenon (
Offline) - Published: May 2nd, 2026 01:00
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Comments2
This poem feels like a change of the seasons. Nicely written
Nicely written
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