Spring Time Magic
A lonely train rolls along it's endless tracks
Spring rain patters against the window's glass
The stirrings of magical elements come alive
Too bring in the first signs of dawns new light
The spirits of the Fae still out at play
Dancing in this spring rain, from puddle to puddle
The atmosphere of spring is such a magical delight
It whispers in its winds of new hope to hope for
Of new dreams to dream for. A new life to live for
The spring rains wash away past pains
And it sparks new life into these old bones of mine
Even as I sit here listening to it's rain
Waiting for the sun to come to bring a new day
BY Marcellus Wilinski
Copyright © Marcellus Wilinski | Year Posted 2022
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