by LikethesunshineBrussels (Bruxelles), Belgium
Mar 2015 1,361 Views 5 comments
Spring
At the crack of dawn,
Spreading out the sweet light
On the dry branches,
Growing out the fresh leaves.
Still,
Somewhere in the air
The dew.
And the warm touch
The spring.
It comes,
On earth and in time.
Its breath soaked our soul.
From here the love grows.
Then,
In you, the spring
and in me, the spring.
Spreading out the sweet light
On the dry branches,
Growing out the fresh leaves.
Still,
Somewhere in the air
The dew.
And the warm touch
The spring.
It comes,
On earth and in time.
Its breath soaked our soul.
From here the love grows.
Then,
In you, the spring
and in me, the spring.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2015
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It is just a nice feeling about the spring.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (5)
i like this a lot... it's simple
and soulful
Yes, it is simple like nature, just depends on one's feeling.
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever.
by Kahlil Gibran