Spring Comments

Will I go to those silent bowers again to meet my dream, The place where my childhood love's promises art sealed under debris

In this pleasant, vivid and colourful days and spring's painful indolence my mind sails again for unknown love. Nature's call for inactive celebration and silence profound doth usher a meek symphonious agitation in my delighted self. ....

In this pleasant, vivid and colourful days and spring's painful indolence my mind sails again for unknown love. Nature's call for inactive celebration and silence profound doth usher a meek symphonious agitation in my delighted self.

Spring is beautiful.....very good poem......