The Spring, if you were here...
A magical reminisce
When I walk across the bridge,
I see gorgeous angels,
flutter over my head,
I see mystifying mermaids,
swim beneath the bridge,
creating enchanting ripple arts in,
the clear water..
I see sweet princesses,
cross the bridge in glee..
And especially in cloudless nights,
shimmering stars start to dance,
in the black sky,
making the reflection slightly,
on the sliver body of the merry river..
Every time I walk across the bridge,
I wish "The Spring, if you were here.."
to enjoy all these,
I can wait there till,
the summer ends,
so does the silent autumn,
even through the chilly winter,
for sure I can say..
I don't like to ask you,
"The Spring, would you be mine?"
because I know you would...
so again I feel this,
The Spring, if you were here..
with me...
About the Creator
P.A.Vinura Jayasanka
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Comments (2)
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Lovely poem. I enjoyed it very much. Surely the spring will be with you!