Spring 07 Poem by shimon weinroth

Spring 07



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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