At midnight I see,
the shining winter moon.
It makes me wonder when I'll see
the flowers bloom.
The warm spring breeze,
and fresh new crops,
Its a perfect place for bees
with no more cold rain drops.
I hope it comes soon,
I hope it comes now.
But here I am with the moon,
along with a frown.
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Beautiful train of thought, well articulated and nicely encapsulated in good rhyme scheme with conviction. An insightful piece of poetry elegantly brought forth. Thanks for sharing Pepa. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.