A drop of dew birthed from the morning mist,
Is playing in the cradle of a sunflower petal,
Swinging in the soft melody of a calm breeze,
As the first ray of sun touch the limpid soul,
It beams a smile into a spectrum filled with life,
Its infant grace a sign; Spring is around the corner.

Very beautiful šš
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Thanks for reading š
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You’re welcome
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A wonderful thought!
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Thanks a lot for reading and your comment š
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This is exquisite, V! The imagery is delivered with a tantalizing and melodic tone of beautiful phrasing and word choices. The reference to being “birthed” and the “playing in the cradle” immediately places the reader within the renewal of your verse. Some of your best, in my opinion, and now one of my favorites!
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Thanks a lot, Brad, for your appreciating comments. Means a lot to me. When I first thought of spring, I wanted to write more and see where it goes, but somehow this piece seemed complete hence posted. Thanks for your unconditional support šš
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I think it is perfect just the way it is.
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Thanks Brad šš
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