Pictures courtesy of Paul and Linda Fischetti
Spring,
The birds return, from their long sojourn, while the trees of the woods, barren of leaves, begin to sprout again.
I spot a deer, no, not one but two,
That sprightly deer,
Looking for shoots, buds, and fruits.
It is time to eat,
It’s time for fawns,
Just like Spring, A time for rebirth.
-shobana-
sweet, simple and elegant.
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Thank you, Farheen:)
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