The New Spring Morning
Pleasing
Morning spring air
Blowing kisses, soft blush
Upon my cheeks, brings natural
Make up.
Seizing
My frame to wake
My heart in the upbeat
With the prospect of a new day
To meet.
Teasing
Senses to feel
The hopes of dreams, reborn
With the new morn, chasing spirits
Forlorn.
Easing
The mind open
To new horizons
With the fragrance of the new spring
Risen.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 03.22.11
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011
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