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Life Anew
Black robed birds on wings of grace
Upon the March thrown winds, keep pace.
Beneath the towering cloud decked skies
Winter sheds it's cold disguise.
All along the greening bough
Are buds of quickening colour now.
Spring brushed trees are blossom blessed,
And all the birds are courting dressed.
I very nice snippet too...
I very nice snippet too... I'll be signing up for your poetry classes today, dear.
Ah you're too kind, :-) thank
Ah you're too kind, :-) thank you xx