I.
Every year
So many feelings
Are spring-cleaned out
Of the house.
At least they get
To leave.
II.
The joy takes
Forever to spring out
Of a heart that beats
In sync with
The melancholy,
But when it does,
There’s nothing
Quite like it.
III.
She might have been
Limping through her life,
But she still believes
That some day
She shall walk
With a spring in her step.
©Aaysid
“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard’s Egg
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All delightful! 🌸 Love your writing voice, Aaysid.
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Thank you so much.😊💕
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you so much.😊
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Love the theme of Spring 💕C
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Thank you, Cheryl.💕
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A gorgeous poem, Aaysid. Love the way you use the seasons in this one. The quote is so true. 😊
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Thank you so much, Jeff.😊
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Glorious words…and surgical precision in describing the melancholy I know so well from my own personal experience. So much beauty and depth here, as well as sadness and longing. Your words are beyond magical, Aaysid. I really love these. 🙂
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That’s so kind of you, Mike. Thank you.😊
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Love these ‘spring’ concoctions. I’m limping and can never get over winter. 🙂
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Thank you, Terveen.😊💕
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good ❤️❤️
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Thank you.😊
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Love this poem Aaysid! Excellent writing!
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Thank you, Dominic.😊
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My pleasure Aaysid!
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