Spring

Spring-sownseeds in silent shower,
skip past rolling day,
touching wings as new-born dreams
carry them away.

Drawing breath and flinging free,
they climb to future’s tail
and ride the currents carelessley,
from tree to fertile grave.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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