#WritcoPoemPrompt54
I feel my heart is wrenching and ask myself is it all worth it? The pain... the crying... the anguish...
Won't you stay a while longer?
Must you go away so soon?
The cuckoo has just begun it's
guttural erratic call
The ice is thawing from the eaves
in a trickling streamlet down the street
The bleak rays of the pale sun
has started getting bolder turning me crimson
as it peeps through the misty hills.
Spring is quietly raising it's eyes trying to catch the dawn unawares
Birds are trilling and chirrping among the trees
Bees are humming about merrily.
Won't you stay a little while longer
Till the flowers are a blaze of colors
Or the fruits are ripe and juicy
hanging from the heavy boughs?
Won't you stay?
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