Secret Spells

Spring Calls

Nowadays the sun wakes early,
And goes to bed at late.
Heavy showers has came to an end,
Moisture drops fill up the morning sight.

Cool evening breeze flows through my mind,
Turning all my despairs to delights.
Even the baby buds celebrates it's happiness,
Of tomorrow's sweet blossoms.

Time has arrived when no child feels alone,
Hatches the desires against the flowing rivers.
The second mother grands the wish,
In the name of spring and flowers.

Rose the time that most awaited,
Smile and joy brimmed over the valley.
The land lustured more than the sky,
We welcomed the guest with gaily.

The children were like butterflies,
Days in the garden and treetops begin.
That visual flashed within my eyes,
And caught a glimpse over my childhood again.

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The refreshing spring had come
And one fine holiday morning,
I saw this scene....
It was so secred.
I wanted everyone to see that scene,
So I quickly noted it as a poem.

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