Merry Spring

Merry Spring

A Poem by BESMASMILE

I write when beauties step into my heart
and when the Muse unveils her very art.

I write when to a wonder, my soul leaps
and when the warmest of bliss is spilled heaps.

I write when Nature reigns and sends her scent
and when allured to my Self give vent.

That’s Euterpe of music and beauty
full, overflowing many a ruby.

And when poetry, a gift that beguiles
drifting, with no anchor, into the wilds.

And when in life, breezes merge with the storms
highest Selves emerge above bonds and norms.

And what is to the heart precious and dear
souls would linger in perpetual fear.

Merry pure hearts in the season of youth
friendly warm Spring, a reverie and sooth.

Besma
March 8th, 2019

© 2019 BESMASMILE


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