Carpe Diem #870 prologue: a door of grass; spring departing; how glorious
door of grass
the winter wind whistles
songs of spring
door of grass
filling the hut with fall smells
on a winter night
the winter wind whistles
sending chills through the heart
a call to travel
songs of spring
echoing through the cherry trees
of my mind
© petra domina
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