New Spring Poem by Lia Padena

New Spring



the words of love
old
had dried up
but the wind still pronounces them
perhaps worm
but not is not possible
new words
buds
from the sap
awakened
Of fire
they were looking for the verbs
the moon had closed the door of war with nature
Peace leaves her to be great
on her new spring
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New Spring
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: headache
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