Dear Spring,
With open arms, I welcome thee
With open arms, I welcome thee
And bid adieu to Winter's decree
The snow has melted, the trees awake
Nature is renewed, for all our sake
Thy beauty, Spring, is beyond compare
The vibrant hues, the scented air
A season of growth, of fresh starts
Of love, of hope, of mended hearts
The sun shines bright, the sky so blue
The gentle breeze, a kiss from you
The earth awakens, flowers bloom
A feast for eyes, a sweet perfume
Dear Spring, thy arrival fills my soul
With happiness, with warmth, with goals
To live and love, to thrive and grow
With thy grace, all seems to flow
Sincerely,
A grateful admirer.
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Zulqarnain Haider
I write short stories and poetry. I hope you find yourself in between the spaces of my words.
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