Spring Blossoms
What cascades pour light into my pores
with their holy waters, laving me
cleansing me of dusty layers?
What delicate fingers bloom my buds
with breezy touch, brushing my petals
making them flutter and dance in rhyme?
What surreal light my skin soaks up
with its rainbow colors suffusing
through and through my hollow being?
What bird warbles its soft melody
with verve, wafting around in my boughs
elating every nook and cranny?
Is it onset of sunny spring,
herald of bounteous blossoms?
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