Vernally Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

Vernally

Rating: 5.0


on the blossoming trees, birds
loud are sitting and twittering,
it is the spring welcome.

with wooden steps,
I am descending to a river bank,
I am touching smooth stones.

rinsed out water, are clean
and smooth, as your hands,
when you are touching.

calm water.
we are going uphill, to look
for the first flowers.

from under the cut, of a trunk
are growing a twigs
and are turning green, now

a spring came back,
and on the heart more lightly.
we are waiting for the May

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