old man winter
finds his muse,
falls in love.
the muse tugs
at his threadbare heart.
one string detaches,
then another, and another.
old man winter’s
eyes get misty.
he sobs, he cries.
tear after tear
saturates barren meadows,
until flowers appear.
HAPPY SPRING!
© 2021 CCS
Very sensitive and emotional work🙏🏻
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Thank you so much for your comment Namrata! I appreciate it.
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