Today I felt as though I was touched by the light I was born in....Springs light.....
Springs first tears
Fall from the blossoming trees
Winters mist ligers gently
Between the cracks
Soon to fade
As the emerging Spring child
Dances in the warm light
The scent of honeysuckle and mint
Dress the morning air
Afraid to let go of this moment
Silience
Hangs between the sky and the heart
Reflecting the pure images
Kept in silver lined memory boxes
Tinges of glistening light
Move shadows
As Spring is reborn
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