Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Spring Is Here

When the grey gloom blows away
On gentle breezes
When the sky is washed anew
When sweet, pale, whispering clouds
Float harmlessly by
When the trees finally bust forth
In glorious pink 
And all the world stops to stare
That's when you'll know spring is here. 

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