Spring

Izzi Lynn

And with the spring
comes hope. 
The sun rises on the horizon
and it rises inside me. 
The wind smells of 
something new, 
of fresh flowers
and of soft rain showers. 

Days like this remind me of hope. 
It's cool, but not cold. 
Warm, but not hot. 
There's a little breeze
that smells fresh and new. 
The flowers aren't blooming yet, 
but winter has ended
and they will spread their petals soon.

  • Author: Izzi Lynn (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2017 17:14
  • Category: Nature
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  • Augustus

    Refreshing.



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