Belief

It’s Spring-
Wafting music
And fragrance
In the warm air.

Only on the outside.

I wait, like the
Selfish Giant,
for Spring to visit-
My heart;

I wait, for the
Benediction of
A loving thought
that I know
will come.

I’ll wait;
For Spring
will not deny me.

Cannot.

For,
I believe.

16 February, ’08

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