It's Spring Poem by Altair Laahad

It's Spring

Rating: 4.5


and Vivaldi's fiddle
in brightest movement goes crescendo,
north winds whisper in diminuendo;
Your eyes and ears,
caught amid the silent fight.
While your skin emancipated
of freezing blankets and cold air,
fearing the coming heat
and south winds crawl
in despair,
to grab and kiss that same soft skin

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poetheart Morgan 16 April 2013

The spring is the best season when the heat hold us and kisses us. All cold in your heart goes away. Sustain your heart warmn Poet.

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