Forever Spring


Has fear become
the prevailing passion
of my life?
What all do I do
or not do
because I am afraid?

The winter of my body
cannot touch
the spring of my soul.

I do not fear death
for it is always eternal spring
in my heart.
I breathe the fragrance
of roses, lilacs, gardenias
year round—even on
a cold winter day
for spring is eternal
in my heart
here forever
it will stay.

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