To New Born Springtime Poem by Peter S. Quinn

To New Born Springtime



She's the lady of the lake
The new born springtime
Her soul that plays at night
On the harp of nocturnal colors
The whisper of the wind
When the nightingale sings

Thursday, July 23, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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