Spring

Nov 22, 2022

1 min read

By Rangskhembor Mawblei

Let's not forget it's Spring

the season of sprouting;

I believe it's not only for the plants,

It's also for you and me.

Like a seed buried under the fertile soil

we will be awaken from our sleep;

waiting only for the healing rain,

it won't be long

where it will be 'born again'.

By Rangskhembor Mawblei

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