And Love Began to Rain
Overnight it seems
the cherry tree has blossomed
tiny pinkish-white petals flow in the wind
sweet-smelling blooms
hang on and the sky
not only whispers
But shouts of spring . . . .
And the love began to rain inside my soul
the cherry tree has blossomed
tiny pinkish-white petals flow in the wind
sweet-smelling blooms
hang on and the sky
not only whispers
But shouts of spring . . . .
And the love began to rain inside my soul
Labels: comment on poetry, Spring
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 3:25 PM
1 Comments:
Oh man, mine too, mine too. xx
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