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a million birds singing
the wind warm as sun
all the branches glowing
we wait the buds to come
the bending leafy willows
brush the melting pond
of blue green water
beneath the cold dark earth
roots encased and safe
breathe green where
flowers form.
 Feb 2020 Kate Copeland
btp
It takes minutes to understand the words
and years to understand the feeling.
Death
has a way of stirring the ***

It brings out
the best in some

And the worst
in others
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