AnticipationsLife so seldomUnfoldsAs we anticipate,Hope,Or even fearWhen those lusciousDays of Early spring,ArriveThe onesWhere the sunCaresses your faceAnd a light breeze Passes byCarrying joyLook at the tipOf those skeletal branchesKeep watch,For a bud will emergeA tight green shelterA wombOf sortsIt will growReaching outReaching upFurther and furtherToward the warmthOf the globe Of molten goldThe green vesselWill changeContinue reading “Anticipations”
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