March (Acrostic) - Poem by Anonymous Rose
Marches the winter, blows the breeze,
Afar there, are smiling scented flowers,
Raising blaze, buzzing bees; snow ceases.
Chirping cuckoos, joyous walkers.
Heavenly scene; spring is the emerging theme.
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