not only the ground will grow green
on the glass of lake
its lips will be visible.
Spring shower
caresses the back of each pear bud
where later the sun will glide and sink into its cycles,
a tiny snail will take up
its first marathon,
spring banquet
in a puddle
fraidoonwarasta
21 may2021
Limburg
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