The ides of March have
come and gone
spring with all its green
Is upon us
Days are longer
nights atre shorter
skies and starry heavens
are clearer
Her smile lingers longer
I breath more easily
Early morning dawn
fresh air and cool breeze
On wings of hope and
sunshine memories
carry me aloft
to soft and billowy
tickles the fancies
turns to love
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