Early Works - Of Springs Glory Dreams Poem by David Harris

Early Works - Of Springs Glory Dreams



The scented perfume of spring
enters every nook and cranny,
the serenade of birds winging high
sends music to everyone around
of love and joyful things
they say to us are bound.
Why, why do we search the sky
for dreams impossible to share?


3 October 1979

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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