Samson Feet
Samson slapping feet of passion
on the warming asphalt passing-
by my seedlings, hardy lasting
can't help feel my youth is passing.
On the treetops, time elapsing,
photos of the flowers hatching.
Spring is coming, Samson running-
feet are planted and are lasting.
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