Too Early the Spring
Careless.........
. the frail hand of longing
let s free the rose too soon,
unbruised.......
the forest immortal
succumbs to
innocent
tears,
astonished
revelation......
blushing spring
flows forth
upon the slender
thorn
of
time
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