In complete silence, these flowers of the grass have burst in song.
An unknown rhythm has struck in spring, an unknown joy the air does bring.
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How lovely, the blooms, spring, the note of joy.
ReplyDeleteEven the most lowly, the most insignificant weeds have been brushed by the caress of the fleeting north Indian spring and that's the wonder of it!
DeleteThank you Sherry
I love the poetry both in your words, and in the beauty of the flowers.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful spring post!
Thank you very much, Rita. One is mostly at a loss for words, though!
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