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Spring
Spring
When spring sunshine sprinkles its hues new born,
Crimson colours do shed, the remote hills
While by the turn of the delightful morn
Golden hues brighten the neighbouring fields.
It is time when birds quit their fleecy nests
Twitter with relish their first morning song,
Bees fish for sweeties from blooms, feeling blest,
While flowers trumpets their own blooms for long.
Soon the sweet spring breeze will whisper by night
With the clean blue sky lit by the full moon,
It`ll be time to scribble with much delight
Some twinkling verses to extol spring`s boons.
The spring sweet shining sunshine, though sublime,
Like every existing joy is for short time.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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