When spring is in blossom
The birds sound enraptured
Fluting melodies that cloud the gardens
Land their bodies on hardened stones
My soul has captured
A rainbow of butterflies
They flutter through sunshine's shade over roses
And fade after sunset
when she sky portrays idiosyncratic art
Yellow gardens filled with fruitful life
Wrapped inside a magic box
Spring is what they call fairy land
Where they hide all the clocks
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
When spring is in blossom
The birds sound enraptured
Fluting melodies that cloud the gardens
Land their bodies on hardened stones
My soul has captured
A rainbow of butterflies
They flutter through sunshine's shade over roses
And fade after sunset
when she sky portrays idiosyncratic art
Yellow gardens filled with fruitful life
Wrapped inside a magic box
Spring is what they call fairy land
Where they hide all the clocks
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