to a sprouting of spring—
will you pin it in my hair?
as the starry white blossoms
flutter in the cool morning breeze
that they will blush
to the touch of warm sunny days
still to come
a promise of tomorrow
as it rises from winter’s long sleep.
© Neetu Malik
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