Kenneth Edward Keyn (abadoss) wrote,
Kenneth Edward Keyn
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Spring

Thus the buds of spring did appear upon the branch
Greens and yellows, reds and whites
The flowers bloom, full of light
And the song of birds, the sound of life
The fingers of the sky, caressing my face
Their watery touch breathing into my soul
Away my weary winter
Spring has come
Spring has come at last
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