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Spring did come, On butterfly’s wings.
On a flitting bird, And the song it sings.
Spring did come, When the flowers bloomed,
When it filled the air, With a sweet perfume.
Spring did come, On the morning’s breeze.
Spring did come, On budding leaves.
Spring did come, On blades of dew.
Spring did come, In skies of blue.
Spring did come, With a joyous ring.
by Macy Dvirnak
Lost in the forest…
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
by Pablo Neruda
Beautiful Musings 