Season of Spring
From the window I observe
the promavera extending....
The enchanted gardens rejoice,
the flowers call me,
butterflies complain
my presence and they even seem to say:
Come, come fly with us,
our season is now!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2022
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