(c) Colleen Briggs
tender leaves uncurl
fragile dreams clutched tight
through darkest night
alight
and touch the sky
and I, I
tremble in their summons
like a leaf my soul unfurls,
shakes off winter’s lull
with a sigh,
I realize
just how sleepy I have been
Sweet images here. I can picture your waking up to spring, stretching your arms out of a long sleep.
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El despertar de un sueño, tal vez malo, renaciendo a la esperanza de un nuevo y promisorio comienzo… ¿acaso reinicio?… Bello. Un abrazo
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