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SPRING
Spring is here.
I have no fear.
No longer will I cry. No longer will I ask why.
No longer will I ask when, Winter was then
The days are getting light, bright
warmer.
no longer cold
A season young, not old
yearn, burn
Spring day one, now it will be fun.
The forces of goodness warmth have tripumpted
I see birds from the south,
they sing songs as they go along
beautiful observational piece. I too noted all this when I was at my mill this afternoon...