Wednesday, 26 April 2023

Spring awake

Enlightenment of spring, 
burst into early existence reaching for a peek at the sky 
fragility of a slim stalk begging why?
a beautiful hue of yellow trumpeted fragility 
singularly is sparsely weak
in mass a chorus doth speak





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