Spin around in spring times rush.
Dance upon the sunlit fields.
Revel in the seasons first bursting blush.
Live for spring, winter it has healed.
Until unto winter, spring again yields.
(this is a European form known as the Cinquain. Let me know if it didn't make much sense)
1 comment:
The last line is the only one that doesn't make sense. I like it - it's short and sweet. There is some random missing punctuation that confused me, but other than that I liked it. The question for me in the last line is what is "it"?
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