Spring touches a nerve
Memories call to my soul
I so want to fly
I long for new skies,
Music, color and fragrance,
To taste mystery.
Spring touches a nerve
Memories call to my soul
I so want to fly
I long for new skies,
Music, color and fragrance,
To taste mystery.
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I should like Spring to spring! It may be the official first day but it is cold and I do not foresee any serious melting happening anytime soon.
Lovely, lovely words, my dear!
Thanks. We still have bits of unmelted snow but the sun is warmer. I saw a plane fly overhead this morning and hence my Haiku.
🙂
Lovely. I think we are all needing spring not just for a change of weather but for the change of feeling it gives us.
I like your comment. Thanks.
Wow that last line is killer–I hope you find your mysterious adventure
Thank you.
Ah, life never fails to promise new adventures and reveal new discoveries.
Thanks for reminding me.
yes that time of year xo
It sure is. ❤
Love this!
I’m glad. Thanks.