You came
like a gust of wind
in the month of March
riding on the beautiful words of spring
Through my every organ
directly towards
the verdant wild cabbage
where the vast wilderness unfolds
and dandelions awaken
I lean against the graceful
magnolia tree
my gaze far away
to the clear sky
washed by the morning mist
About the Creator
Vincent
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