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Forever Spring

Posted on | December 6, 2005 |

Snow falls from the darkened,
pink-tinged firmament.
Covering an already all white, cold world.
The wind blows the snow; blanketing
my sight with white.

I hear your voice, calling my name.
There-
There you are- you could have
been anyone or anything or be with
anyone.
And yet-
yet, you are here with me.
You are electricity and I-
I am just a light bulb.

Amongst the snow-filled, cold world, it is forever spring.
Trees bud with fresh leaves
Green shards push through the white
Red roses blossom full
The sun heats us
A quick storm passes

EXPLODING-

with sound and jagged bolts
Sweet, warm rain drenches us.

We lay together, breathing slow,
living in our forever spring
in this cold world.

Category: poetry corner

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