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Yes, there is always a Spring, always new beginnings. Be well.
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forever
youth is quick
out of breath is staying
by a long time
it’s swinging on clouds
smiling
and crying in rains
in spring
the youth doesn’t know
about the turns
it waits for nobody
hidden
loves clearly and openly
it speaks to the sky
and to the roots
it knows to count
but it won’t
calculate
we go back to the youth
when we’ve lost it
(in the dream and with a sermon)
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Beautiful and true, bogpan. Thank you!
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twice the same word appears in this poem- “benediction”. this is another spring. eternal. thank you, Jamie, for sharing!
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Thank you, bogpan!
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Beautiful poem 😊💛
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Thank you!
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You’re very welcome Jamie! ☺💛
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Lovely poem with powerful words. Yes, there is always hope and rebirth. Love this: “the canvas of your life weeps”. Yes, I think we are all artists who draw and paint the direction and the meaning of our lives. Somehow your poem seems to connect with the lines of a very humble poem I posted last June: “Some of us have brushes in our hands/
starting the repair job,/ painting a new landscape.” (from: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2017/06/20/moon-fisherboy/)
BTW, as I am so fond of your poems I would love to add a link to your blog from mine. Would you agree to that. This is how my links are organised: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/links/
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