Song of Spring by Morgan Sands

Where water turns into miniature sound poodles

where hummingbirds sing

music to my ears

flowers are yet to bloom

I’m patiently waiting

I’m living love through stories that have yet to begin

soft streams of clear, untouched water

begging to feel touch once again.

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