#3205 – Mood
Today,
Not even fresh,
Spring flowers,
Can bring on a smile.
Perhaps tomorrow,
When the rain clouds,
Have shed their tears,
And gratitude once more,
In springtime blooms.
Today,
Not even fresh,
Spring flowers,
Can bring on a smile.
Perhaps tomorrow,
When the rain clouds,
Have shed their tears,
And gratitude once more,
In springtime blooms.