Come Spring Come

Come Spring come

Soak me in your colors

I want to paint

The mysterious eyes

To look in them

The soft crimson lips

To smile with them

The tip of nose

To touch it with my forefinger

The shiny hair

To run my hand through

Come come

Look at this

I portrayed You

With silent vibration from within

You are the rhythm of the unseen

Who gives me the tender

Of the first bloom of spring

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