Saturday, February 8, 2014

Spring

Spring

Sound the triumphal horn,
Partake in the joy,
Rejoice for each tender sapling that finds a place,
In mother earths' thawed heart, rooted stays,
Glory in the hope for a new start, the heady fragrance ,says,

Spring, that innocent child, dances in her own mirth,
Rejoice , rejoice in this season, of rebirth.

-shubha

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