I'm Feeling New

by Poet on the Piano   Apr 9, 2011


I sing a breath unto morning's mist
a miracle fresh, a wish I have kissed
preparing tree and water to unfold
their blossoms of yesteryear's virgin cold.

No more wait for umbrella's notes
to tumble down my showered throat,
excited love nature solely begins to devote.

- 7 lines of APRIL!

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