A poets heart in the Spring
Is much like a gazelle with wings...
...Or a forest full of sheltered blooms
Or a nest of new born's 'neath an April moon.
A poets heart flows like a gentle stream
...Embracing the sunlight and it's butter yellow beams
It'sthe casting forth of the warmth of memories made
A nurturing of the growing even in the mighty Oak's shade.
A poets heart is all roses in an arbor row...
...With blazing colours - that radiantly glow
A poets heart never beats alone
Nor does it forget it's one true home.
For it breathes in the starry, starry night
...With a heart full of fire come the dawn of daylight
A poets heart is a redemption of all wrongs
Thoughtfully sung in ever gentle birdsong.
4/5/17
Theodora Onken
Thank you so very much Kaldorei! ! ! ! ! Am so happy that it raises you up!
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