Springtime
January 30, 2014
The beauty of a blooming flower
The sun setting on the far horizon
The blue of the sky on the cloudless sky
The green of the grass around
The chill of the crisp breeze flowing
The warmth of a burning flame
The chirping of birds all above
The sweet harmony of the lives beginning
Footsteps sink in with the sounds all around
Our hands meet one another’s
Through the road of peaceful getaways
To find a place we can call our own
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