Spring Within A Poet’s Soul
Spring enters a
poet’s soul early,
before the world
uncurls its green eyelids.
Thoughts sprout
like the first shy buds—
uncertain, yet
trembling with promise.
The heart writes
new verses in light,
seeking melody
in birdsong and in silent nights.
Every breath
becomes a word,
and every word
becomes a wing.
Kasia Dominik ©
Rebirth
From earth that
slept beneath winter’s weight
rises a quiet
promise.
Tender shoots,
barely seen,
cut through the
cold like sparks.
Sparrows weave
new stories in the branches,
and rivers carry
the world’s fresh pulse.
Life returns
with a steady step—
breathing,
rising, saying: I am here.
Kasia Dominik ©
KASIA DOMINIK

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