Spring means different things to different people.
It can mean rebirth and the beginning of something new in our life.
It can mean vivid colors and sweet smell of the first flowers.
It can mean joy.
It can mean love.
Spring in the city
I saw a crocus blooming in the park,
I felt a hint of magic in the air,
I heard faint music sighing everywhere,
And so, as all the world, grew softly dark –
I found again the hope that never dies,
And hungrily, with out-flung arms, I came
Once more to you. And when you spoke my name
I read springtime eternal in your eyes!
Margaret E. Sangster
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