In the hills kissed by sun,
Vivid spring colours of vermilion, scarlet and cream,
Burst in ribbons — brushstrokes across the earth,
The Martins glide, swoop and roll, in the cloudless sky,
As the bumblebees dance and hum.
Divine beauty this all must seem,
In nature’s time of bloom and birth,
I stand idly by.
As the sight lain ‘fore me,
Palls in comparison, to your beauty once more,
That I dread to think —
As Spring is like to give,
It’s also like to take —
Cool in the shade, I will wait.
Cool in the shade, here I wait.
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The Boney King Of Nowhere
شِعر"There's always a siren, singing you to shipwreck." A collection of my poetry. Hope you enjoy.
