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"spring"

  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • May 1, 2021
  • 1 min read

Flowers have begun to open their hearts

and their petals

and the sky has grown from grey to blue

with white clouds and vivid greens on the ground;


the air opens to welcome us

to the era we left unopened last time,

the air opens to allow us

a time of happy and a time to forget.


The world smiles

and a glimmer of hope

pours itself from clouds to grass,

from white to green;


petals drop into the water

and streams rush

through each part of the deadened world.





 
 
 

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