Posted by: Peadar Ban | April 24, 2009

Two Poems, Four Lines

I
Last year’s broken leaves have blown away.
Now green grows the world, more gold each day.

II
Wanting to sustain Spring’s sweet delights
I dissolve into the rainbow sounds of chimes.

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  1. The last line is the best…
    Thanks for the beauty.

  2. You are very welcome, Marie.


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