Born Again

Your soul awake
beneath flowers white,
leaves gleam
in spring daylight

Birds in glee
flap their wings,
on the oak tree
the cuckoo sings

In grass green
violets bloom,
lifting my sorrow
and deep gloom

As I walk on the road
rough and steep,
your footsteps follow
I no more weep

poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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