Thursday, May 02, 2013

Sometimes I can't think

Sometimes
the day is so beautiful,
the bird song so sweet,
that I can't think of anything
except spring.

Sometimes
the morning temperatures
are so moderate
that I can't think of anything
expect walking barefoot
in the green grass of spring.

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