I am ....
SPRING
young dewy eyed and innocent
misty sunrise
twisted leafless trees are bent
towards me
i draw buds
light green life
from within
opening fresh and new
purple crocus
blue bell
snow drop
daffo dil
bloom
and make me smile
until
young lovers
in their clumsy
self absorbed
embrace
tumble on the woodland floor
and trace
a path
that crushes
under tangled limbs
my flowers
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