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Click hereThe red buds have
began to bloom
Nurtured in the
winter's womb
Not a sudden
cry of spring
But a small
sweet flowered murmuring
They whisper gently
to the trembling tree
That soon his limbs
will be wrapped with leaves
Kissing the cold
wet ground as they fall
A crimson stain
that tells of winter's pall
And I as so
many years before
Watch a new season
creep to my door
Like a child
chiding me
To leave my chair
to help with flowerets
For her hair
and with my arms
Filled with the
promises of tomorrow
I forget my
yesterday's winter sorrow
deep and beautiful.
Ilove the way you revert into your thoughts,to write them down.
reminds me of someone I know.