New Beginnings
Winter's cold grip, releases the earth
Spring comes to gives birth.
A baby cries his first cry, while a man gives his final breath.
Tomorrow he will never see, to that child a new life of mystery.
This poem is about:
Our world
Winter's cold grip, releases the earth
Spring comes to gives birth.
A baby cries his first cry, while a man gives his final breath.
Tomorrow he will never see, to that child a new life of mystery.
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