Challenge
“With the coming of spring, I am calm again.” — Gustav Mahler
Poetry or prose
Come Spring...
Come Spring,
all things will be made new.
Eyes that have not seen, will now see.
Smear the mud of man on eyes that have only ever wanted to be useful.
Take the light/life and imbibe it fully into me.
For I have only felt but never seen beauty
until Spring came...
and all things were made new.
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