A poem is never done

Joy of More Light

Springs Past No Longer Make Me Weep

Photo by Olga Filonenko on Unsplash

First days of spring and feeling remains
sense of elation..sad songs don’t make me cry

Springs past no longer make me sigh, or weep, or mope
Springs present should be/will be a blast, a delight, a joy to experience

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