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Spring appears, buds of pride everywhere,
Loam to sky, water tails congregations fair.
The song of cheery woodland birds, raining
As they sputter, sprite to comly gardens laid,
From near bay window there is a leaving sea,
A growing island of green landings, a canopy.
To witness the slow motion explosions of it all,
O happy is the healing, devotions after the fall,
Freshness, moving as it rolls, old times begun
And colours enriched as they steep in the sun.
All better for catkins uncloaked, to breathy bees,
Blooming toads ring, unearthed, spring appears.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
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Spring appears, buds of pride everywhere,
Loam to sky, water tails congregations fair.
The song of cheery woodland birds, raining
As they sputter, sprite to comly gardens laid,
From near bay window there is a leaving sea,
A growing island of green landings, a canopy.
To witness the slow motion explosions of it all,
O happy is the healing, devotions after the fall,
Freshness, moving as it rolls, old times begun
And colours enriched as they steep in the sun.
All better for catkins uncloaked, to breathy bees,
Blooming toads ring, unearthed, spring appears.
