Friendship

Friendship

Beauty assaults me,
                                       joy 
bounces into my hands,
                                      and my heart
at the long-absent voice. 

Like the greening and blossoms of spring ,
                                                             joy embraces
me, 
         sings to me, 
                                 grasps my hand.
I hear and feel
                               tenderness..

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