In a tiny spring,
Overflowing with affection,
Warmth in every breeze,
The golden pathway gleams.
In a tiny spring,
Spreading across the homeland,
And the love so small,
From a sincere place it stems.
A tiny spring season,
Suddenly sparkling with happiness,
Walking together side by side,
Blending in the morning sun.
In a tiny spring,
Inviting our hearts,
Rose blooms, red flowers,
Glistening by the doorstep.
In a tiny spring,
Abuzz with the melody of birds,
Your lips, a delicate blossom,
Fragrance wafting through the air.
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Childhood memories
The passage describes the swift passage of time and the narrator's immersion in a modern and bustling environment. On that particular day, the narrator made a concerted effort to quickly complete their work to catch the last bus back to their hometown.
By meoconlonton2 years ago in Writers
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I'm impressed!! Love it!