It's Spring-
Wafting music
And fragrance
In the warm air.
Only on the outside.
I wait, like the
Selfish Giant,
for Spring to visit-
My heart;
I wait, for the
Benediction of
A loving thought
that I know
will come.
I'll wait;
For Spring
will not deny me.
Cannot.
For,
I believe.
Usha,16 February, '08
I'll wait; For Spring will not deny me.........spring when wishful by the love, yet it maynot deny, as when flows eternal nto the last bit, uniquely wrouht by the imagery, quite enjoying, well penned, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
spring in the wilderness... beautiful lines