Vernal springtime is departing,
Leaving plush carpets of petals,
All along scented garden paths,
And also in luxuriant meadows.
The sun has grown deep orange,
With distinct traces of old gold.
Stars embedded in purple flash,
As moon magic charms the hills.
Rosy halcyon days are leaving,
And the mellow hours are near.
all I can say that you chosen the most beautiful time of the year Bavo!
The coming of a wonderful season is vividly seen in this marvelous write. A well expressed poem with beautiful images.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The joys of spring still awaits us and your lovely poem gives us a wonderful insight of what's to come.
Thank you for your kind appreciation.