forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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Whispers of Spring

Quietly,

like a dream of a whisper

or was it a whisper of a dream…

you felt… the beginning

in all that was seen

you felt the breeze

whisper spring,

into all things,

with a gentle stroke of green…

quietly.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019


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Greet

You ran bare-feet to greet it at the door,
like you had many times before,
through the barren streams and moors,
forgetting your daily chores…
with the breeze blowing your hair wild,
you ran with the inner child,
in your heart…
you ran bare-feet to greet summer at the door,
of spring.

 

free google image/ poem copyright neha 2018