Sunday, December 24, 2006

The Memory of Spring

During long winter nights, I long for spring mornings
In the cold as death, I cherish the warmth of sunshine
Symbolized by the green, it is the giver of new life
When ice breaks into water, purity it shows in true

With love and beauty, radiating around us
There is new hope, in every fresh breath
The flowers at their sight, fill us with joy
And the tune of the birds, bring out an elusive smile

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