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Spring BlessingsWhat was once sound asleep,now gently starts to wake. The air tastes so sweet in every breath I take. Little birds are busy doing their best in making a lovely home of a nest. Warmth is felt in the soft flowing breeze. announcing buds to open in flowers and trees. Sun rays dance at the break of dawn, and gently touch the ear of a fawn. Countless blessings this season will bring as my soul delights in the essence of Spring. Julie Pisacane (c) 2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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