Sticks and Stones
By trees and water the loveseat waits
For wanderers' chance meeting there
The outcomes will be the choice of fates
As stories repeat in spring air
We left the bench shaded by flower pots fair
Round the loveseat the white trilliums bloom
On rocks, in swamps, each face a star
They fear not storms’ nor winter’s dark gloom
No weak rose, they surmount forests' scars
Spring's galaxy blooms in my sweet home so far
Written February 7th for the poetry contest english quintain a spring day
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