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Budding Flower

When the storms pass when skies become silky blue.
Know I seek your heart soft and true!
When morning hours wane and the Robin stands, outside
my window pane, we will greet the early hours of spring.
The restless soul will have a loving song to sing.

Good morning to the morning star, to the northern winds 
becoming tame brings forth nourishment to springtimes rain.

To anticipate  the budding flower grows with every passing 
Hour. 
So near the springtime shower! When Springtime enters with 
New life power...

I will meet you in the seeded garden, in soft lands no longer
Harden. Roses will reappear and bring life to nature's tears.




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Budding Flower