A Song of Spring
Spring is here, with fragrant flowers Wafting perfume here and there. Here I stand amid the bowers, Breathing the aromatic air. A tickle rises up my nose Stops and digs into my brain. I gasp […]
Spring is here, with fragrant flowers Wafting perfume here and there. Here I stand amid the bowers, Breathing the aromatic air. A tickle rises up my nose Stops and digs into my brain. I gasp […]