Spring's WhisperInside the heat of Summer's days, with fun and and freedom all the craze,
The world is simply burning
Then Autumn leaves will start their dance, inside their falling cryptic trance
and the days will slowly shorten.
When winter comes it sends a chill. Doors are closing and time stands still
The snows; to ice, are turning.
But soon there comes a time to sing. A time to feel the Touch Of Spring
and listen to Spring's Whisper
And in that time to feel the grace, that woman in my mind does race
my thoughts to be much crisper
She sings to me within my mind. She stakes her claim to this one rhyme
In truth I'd like to kiss her.
But that's the Poet I'm trapped inside of. With all his rhymes that come thereof
So many inspirations
But to feel her tug upon my heart. Just like she's done right from the start.
These words are confirmations.
Of how she makes me feel inside. With all her precious words; reside
give my words such animations
So, Touch of Spring this Rhymes for you. To tell you that I'm a friend so true
and to show my admiration
TheHiker 41-45, M 7 Responses 9 Aug 10, 2012