Looking Through Stained Glass

Crocus in Snow
Longing for the Feel of Spring


I’m longing for the feel of spring;
The walls are closing on this room.
The fresh snowfall does not joy bring;
I want flowers in blush of bloom.

Oh, morning bluebird please come sing,
and chase away the winter gloom.
I’m longing for the feel of spring;
The walls are closing on this room.

As the phoenix's prayer doth cling,
Of rising from the ashes womb;
I long to escape from this tomb.
Oh just a glimpse one green thing!
I’m longing for the feel of spring.

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