| |
White pear-tree blossoms drift upon a rose-scented breeze,
A spring snow whispering,
Awake.
The brown, slumbering trees covered in a blanket of green buds
Shiver away winter.
Awake.
The fragrant wind lifts across a mossy field of daffodils,
Calling to the wild.
Awake.
She sits under a red-bud, lifting her gaze as he strolls by.
Their eyes meet.
Awake.
|
Help Us Stop Plagiarism -
Nearly all works at PnP are original. However a few people choose to plagiarize.
To check, choose a phrase from the work, then either drag and drop to the search box or copy and paste.
click on search and works at Google will be shown which match. Just to be sure, please do this before
you recommend or rate the work highly...
|
 |
|
|
|
Select a Random Work from Poetry
|
|