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Mar 2015
It's cold yet, a little cold,
The clay's still wet, still in the mould.
The wind's still blowing,
Rainy clouds still flowing.
It isn't spring yet, the wait goes on,
I still wake up at the break of dawn
Expecting to see the Sun,
But it looks like winter's still having a good run.
Feet still a little cold,
Walking towards future, untold.
Tremors of pain in the heart,
Stop as soon as they start.
I hear you birds, I hear you breeze,
Spring, I know you're round the corner, waiting for winter to freeze...
Written by
Anujaya
167
   NV
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