The morning dew kisses
Yearning leaves,
As the first rays of the sun
Bring me relief.
Flowers bloom
In the month of March,
Chirping birds hum
rhythms that recharge.
And with the first sight
of your arching face,
I fall back into
teen ways.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 7:20 AM UTC
The morning dew kisses
Yearning leaves,
As the first rays of the sun
Bring me relief.
Flowers bloom
In the month of March,
Chirping birds hum
rhythms that recharge.
And with the first sight
of your arching face,
I fall back into
teen ways.
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