~Spring~
I can't walk ready ground
and tender grass,
When carpet and concrete
envelope each step.
I can't feel tempered breeze
teasing through my hair,
When an air conditioner hums
its soothing repent.
I can't paint subtle vibrancy
of spring's meadow,
When a wall encases
each hand.
I can't perfume halls
with the hint of its arrival...
But I can,
Open my door,
walk out,
And welcome spring in.
sinnaminsun 2010
poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun
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