Spring

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SPRING


I walk along the path
Of flowers blooming with wrath
Wrath baring the marvelous beauty
That only an uncovering of a petal could give.


The breeze danced along my palm
Savoring my ode’s restless calm
Dancing leaves showered with dewdrops
Now blessed nature’s dear treetops.


Green grass soothe my aching feet 
No tears of joy would make it bleed
Sharp yet soft and smooth-it is their innate wit
Lucky am I to have carried their seed.


I am masked vulnerability with thine touch
The sounds of birds, the bamboo’s swishy hush
Only enkindled in me more and more
A kind of yearning hunger I cannot endure.


So that I gave, and run I dared,
Flying with the birds, floating with clouds’ fair
The horses ran after me, winds merely kissed me,
My soul will not be dared- no fear will I ever heed.




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