The springtide wakes up not only in dreams.
The snowdrops blooming in the moony garths.
One listens to propitious paradise.
The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks.
I think of genus Primula from afar.
The wild boar piglets were born in a grove.
I feel springwards the warmness of a soul.
Native dreameries are fulfilled galore.
Springtide be primeval home of Naiads!
I taste the verdure of some climes.
You are dreamy like fairy-like bouts.
The friends of springy morn – are tender owls.
I can praise, bewitch Ovidianly.
Thus, I am able to enchant peaceably.
Naiad – definition through the haiku:
The tender Naiad
a merest-guardian from the
Dreamiest Greek stories
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