MY FAVOURITE TIME
MY FAVOURITE TIME
We
first met
early spring,
ten years ago.
Lambs were gambolling,
cherry trees blossoming,
as I first set eyes on you.
And soon, with the passage of time,
Just like those trees, our love blossomed too.
So that’s why spring is my favourite time
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2024
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