The breeze caresses-Rebecca Joy-
my skin.
Flower buds bloom
before my eyes.
Morning dew
coats my feet.
Spring
overwhelms my senses.
This dream
brightens as
the fan turns my way
as the breeze caresses
my skin.
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" Tell me, what is the present hour/
'A green and flowery spray/
Where a young bird sits gathering its power/
To mount and fly
away.’ "
Past, Present, Future
6 comments:
As fall approaches in the northern hemisphere...
I can dream, right? I'm desperate if a fan blowing in my face makes me want spring...that badly... ;)
I don't usually want spring until January, when it's been winter for FAR too long. What are the seasons like in Korea?
It's like America, but it's been really hot lately...I don't dream for winter, though, because I heard it was extremely cold. I also heard that spring here is awesome. So I'm looking forward to it. ;)
:)
It really did make me smile.
You don't know how happy that makes me feel, Cuileann. :D
(That was a real smile, too, heh.)
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