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14 August 2010

spring to me

softly sneaking and subtle
with a hint of a sweet,
lovely scent
of Peonies afloat

breeze,
breeze drift a gentle manner
whisper me a quiet number
I will listen with the lea

the kind of poem
that does not rhyme,
untroubled pen on untroubled paper,
you are spring to me

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