Poem 12

Spring is –

Seeing the face of a long-lost friend, alive and well;

The joyous cries of a newborn, waving to the world;

A phoenix, rising from the ashes of winter;

 

Restoring rain;

Whispering wind;

Lilies in a field.

 

Life. Renewal. Rebirth.

 

~ Lillian B.

Until we meet again!…

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