waiting for Spring leaves

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Deserted Cours Mirabeau
On a cloudless 
Sunday morning.
Soft breeze caresses my face
It's neither cold nor warm
Douce, like you...

Camus, Cézanne, Zola
They too
must have sat here
on the same bench
patiently
like the Plane-trees 
on side walks
waiting for 
Spring leaves...

I am not that great
but still
My heart
like the heart shaped 
Strawberries
Lusciously in Love
With you...



















By Jahooli Devi