Letting go, to grow wings..
To fly, these fields of loves grace,..
Spring is late;..
Lighting strike, sends sparkles..
Into the bosoms of hearts,..
Warmth restored, in blissful bliss..
Spring is late;..
But daffodils shoot colors..
Bright in yellows and whites..
Brewing in hearts..
Is an awaiting ecstasy..
In summer’s corridors,...
Spring is late!..
What joy, is to be had..
In T shirts and flip flops..
On summery sunny days..
Brewed, in springs kitchen..
Spring is here!!..
To fly, these fields of loves grace,..
Spring is late;..
Lighting strike, sends sparkles..
Into the bosoms of hearts,..
Warmth restored, in blissful bliss..
Spring is late;..
But daffodils shoot colors..
Bright in yellows and whites..
Brewing in hearts..
Is an awaiting ecstasy..
In summer’s corridors,...
Spring is late!..
What joy, is to be had..
In T shirts and flip flops..
On summery sunny days..
Brewed, in springs kitchen..
Spring is here!!..
Really enjoyed reading this. Very nice poetry. Your first stanza caught me with its beauty.
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