Sunday, 30 March 2008


Days become longer
Forward goes the clock
See nature flower
Sweet night scented stock
Evening draws in, we shall see
Will you follow me?

Fancy turns to lust
Man’s man’s world no more
Green shoots rising thrust
Flowering buds adore
Pink blossom floating softly
Can you come to me?

Eyes meeting briefly
Close enough to touch
Dreaming what may be
Gentle pang too much
Secret springtime fantasy
Do you long for me?

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