The Spring

Oh yes
The Spring has come
The quiet beating of the drum
Is ever closer to behold
As beauties of new life unfold
And, from under piles of snow,
Emerge victorious of the winter blow

And, in me,
A new myself lies dormant, too
My body yearns for something new,
A new direction, paved by none
But morning rays of growing Sun,
Whose shine, so cleansing and so fine
Reflects in corner of my weary eye

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