Spring, the washing leaves in the suns reprieve,
The blazing light, obscured and bright, shines through the lazy trees.
Seldom done, the cold is gone, and warmth bursts in with ease.
To love the spring, whence flowers grow. The girls they come, the girls they go.
But best of all, the gardens tall, and skies of bluest seen.
The season of all life and birth,
The days that dreamlesly dreams.
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Nicely done
Thank you. A lot of pretty things in the spring. Lol
A beautiful poem of a season for new life and growth. Well imaged it flowers in its verse
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