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.
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
It is just a nice feeling about the spring.
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