Spring Is Coming Poem by Tina Baaklini

My love,

The changing winds
In my soul are blowing
Gentle, tender, they whisper:
Spring is coming, spring is coming

Beautiful butterflies
In my heart are flying
Merry, happy, they tell me:
Spring is coming, spring is coming

A rising sunlight
In my mind is shining
Radiating, glowing, echoing:
Spring is coming, spring is coming

Words are flowing from within
As I write to you this poem:
You are my spring, my soulmate
My everything, my gift from fate

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