Can't Help It

the urge that is there
like a bud popping out
for the sun
in an ephemeral meeting
rays of light
and innocent petals of
the white blossom
of spring
miracles of all miracles
an awakening.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Share
 
 
This text contains a mistake
This text is duplicate
The author of this text is another person
Another problem

More info, if necessary

Your name

Your e-mail