Spring…
In the song of Birds
And the whistle of wind
I searched the inspiration
I know
It is harder to find it.
The beneath of blue sky
And
The inseparable long ways
I stretched my eyes
To fill my heart
With a cup of inspiration,
Looking a pearl over a billion times
Asking to An ocean
Weather she might be holding of it.
But I get backed
Stroked my face
And skips for search of Inspiration…
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