Spring
Spring is not dull; it is the tenderness of life and the continuous cycle of the four seasons.
Spring is not dull
It is merely light in color
Summer that has not faded
When winter is defeated
The hesitation waiting to awaken
It is a soul blooming amid the dust and ashes
It is the newly born pulse in the abyss
Even withered branches and fallen leaves pray to spring for blessings
The green mountains sing of a season of freedom
Even when a thousand rivers and a thousand tales have dried up, I still lay the groundwork for spring
Spring rings all living beings.
I resonate with spring and compose the symphony of summer in its withering and flourishing
About the Creator
Luna
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
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I love the message of freedom. A very heartfelt poem.