Luca Menin


Spring Is Coming - Poem by Luca Menin

Amazing maze, shout on the sun, melt my eyes of child blur view.
Sprout blossom of ivy claiming springs' walls
Of underwater colours, touch the ground.
Tree holding, little hands of flowers.

Rust land on tail stone edge, murmuring in the wind
Refresh my month, in April sun.
Ceramic vase of violet lavender perfume the fences.
Festival of nectar, around the street rejoice in the sky.

Juicy colours, drunk by the pine top.
Green is the colour, predominant on my face.
I Prise the peace, and the silence resting on the sparrow's nest.
While spiders sow their webs.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 10, 2012


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