The Spring Comes
N
Nosheen Irfan
0
Altın Yaprak
After every cold glance
Comes the spring
With a friendly smile
A soft stirring
Of all that was frozen
Beneath the shivering
Of the sunless morning.
The spring comes
As a promise to the wounds
That healing is on the way
No need of stitches
Just inhale the air
Like the fragrance
Of the first love letter.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş