Suffused With Spring Ambiance
“Spring is the maker of serenading dreams that
entice the silent love” – By Poet
The northern wind has gone back to polar abode,
chilled clouds have flown out on wings of winter,
making way for the sunny southern wind to enter,
write for seraphic spring on rippling breeze an ode.
The humming birds sing when dawn’s hues explode,
while swarming butterflies shed sculpted sky’s color.
On dew-drenched meadow sparkling in splendor
spring designs in air mesmeric motifs in a code.
Lining the lonely garden path the saplings sway,
while through the stardust we walk at night together.
As our dreams serenade, we’ve no word to say
in spring ambiance, suffusing us with silence that won’t stray,
and in summer the love-soaked flowers won’t wither.
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