Primavera

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Endless.

Submitted: March 23, 2016

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To some is just the sun, for I, here is the clue from mountains

Where river ends

arriving early like the worm that fooled the bird and got stuck

In the rotten apple

And when I count, 1, 2, 3, someone else is pulling the trigger

The eagle flying low to catch its prey while the fish watch and laugh

O Mother Nature, O Canada Bacon

Is it me? Melting like popsicle in the middle of some old barn

Beat it, be the first to yell, 'go to hell' and locked that door

And the last one to cry, could be for same reason, but shy

Feeling is all neutral in every little life's glory

So splendorous is this spring with each one longing to hear some more...Adieu!


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