Sunday, March 11, 2012

Spring

Dense with the perfume of daffodils
The spring breeze is here
Inflating my hollow curtains
And waking up the snoozy buds
An impatient wait for another carnival of gregarious flowers
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Those walks in the woods with her seem so near now
It was much quieter, much colder
But we were too brisk for the cold and the quiet
We rambled on..
Stroking the blossoms and searching for their shades in the sky
We were lured by the charm of our silence, when the sun went down.
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