I love her for warm passions,
vibrant nature and tuneful air,
she lifts the spirit a level up
and wrap me up day and night.
I march forward with the spring,
other seasons mould me,
I show my bloom but not the blotch on petal
and gain years with concurrent gems.
No two springs have mirror image
earth moves forward, hearts mature,
when I met my spring again
both of us had a new look.
I love the spring for old passions
her deep hue and measured air,
winter and summer hold me up,
still I love my friend- old spring.
26th March,2017
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