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Spring To Come
cream colored light
breathes against the wall
whispering of spring
to come.
a soft warm breeze
touches the eyes
showing you the spring
to come
the melting ice and snow
crushes satisfyingly
getting you read to walk
into the spring to come
the sun glints behind the clouds
showing quick glimpses
shouting out
"I will be here soon!"
March 5, 2004 at 03:27 PM
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I really like this poem - much more than I like my sister's poems. :)