spring time

by Olivia   May 28, 2018


only three hundred sixty-five days,
the spring wind so bitter warm,
the life we have now won´t last,
Why does life go so fast?
Stop, Pause, breath, relax
the trees budding,
the sky blue,
flowers,
breath...

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  • 5 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I too wanted to comment on the "bitter warm" part, as I think that was clever and intentional, almost a sense of loss and wonder in knowing how quickly seasons seem to change.

    Beautiful piece, short but budding with hope and promise!

  • 5 years ago

    by Alice

    I like the juxtaposition in connotations associated with 'bitter' and 'warm'

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I love the way you have formatted this. As for the content, life does go too fast so I suppose the trick is to enjoy it while we can!

    All the best

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