Sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is love time
and viva sweet love
(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)
lovers go and lovers come
a wandering a wondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there's nobody else alive
(such a sky and such a sun
I never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)
not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing
(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)
sweet spring is your
time in my time is our
time for spring time is love time
and viva sweet love...
~E.E. Cummings
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