With a magic splash of fresh paints, Trees and plants Grim and dark, With a spark Into emerald green, are changed, Donned is the sky in glistening blue, Splendid and meek, the golden sun Flirts jauntily, Budding flowers kissing delicately Coaxing beauty in the fun; As spring plays with colors, With the melodious songs of birds, With the waltz of cheery butterflies, With the noble heart of man, New hopes, like fresh petals unbolt, Blossoming gaily in the garden of life.
Beautiful πΈπΈ
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Thank you π
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I can see spring clearly through your words Anita..π
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Thank you π Mich. Very encouraging words.
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Captivating words of beauty for the coming of spring and such a spring in your poem too, Anita. Too good.
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Thank you π Kamal. You are too kind. β€οΈ
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Welcome dear Anita.ππ»ππ»ππ»ππ»
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The miracle of spring – thank goodness it’s here now ππΎ
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