Spring Fever

When you feel 

sunshine gently touch your face

and the scent of daphne

 tease your nose

and when all around 

the tight buds of flowers

unfurl with abandon;

when the searing power 

of music pierces

 the deep yearning 

in the soft and fertile

soul of your heart;

when you still wear 

the past around your shoulders 

like a comforting, beautiful, shawl

made just for you

but

you are walking a green path

into tomorrow —

you hope that maybe,

just maybe

Spring will come

and with it,

a new 

beginning. 
 

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