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Springtime Retourne

In springtime, when grass turns green,
how gaily flit wee butterflies,
among new grafts where rose buds bloom
to sip sweet nectar for the flight.

How gaily flit wee butterflies,
and gaily too my heart does spin.
I seek amid the tangled green,
the words not written in my poems.

Among new grafts where rose buds bloom,
where wander many birds and bards.
There ramble to my curious heart
to trace the essence nature gives.

To sip sweet nectar for the flight,
for now is spring the leaves are green.
Yet why do you sigh, oh fretful one,
when so much loveliness here blooms?

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  • Rebekah-Ann silver member
    November 4
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    Lovely entry and a great retourne.

    Becks