The prompt for Poets and story tellers United was memories and dreams
I focussed on the memory part though
What spring did
A
memory decomposing like a leaf.
I gather fragments,
bits of earth
but also of beauty
of what spring did,
that timid green
the blossoming,
the opening of a heart.
My
mind stretches,
trying to fetch something
a fragrance,
lyrics forgotten,
but the melody,
the allegro,
still dancing inside me.
I
carry it
as I carry all life within me.
When
I spread the net
over the flowers
to gather the caterpillars
of the past;
Have
they become
butterflies
inside me
or
is it simply that my eyes
captured their colours
when the light
climbed the flowers?

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