Hey spring by Ann Wood
HEY, SPRING!Spring is slow,
with a rapturous face,
she brushes gracefully, her hair - trees,
covered in snowy white.
Her hands are stork wings,
circling above the crocus is somber yellow,
you just showed your nose,
to breathe an air of grace!
And as it throbs,
this spring heart,
excited, dreaming dreamily,
she seems to be stepping here for the first time!
- Hey Spring, a real beauty,
so dark purple,
instilled in all souls,
multicolored, colorful and fragrant!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-20 at 09:44
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