(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

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Time Spent In Pursuit Of Love Meant

No season seems more anticipated,
Than Spring.
No other time does life seem more appreciated,
Than Spring.

With flowers blooming, birds singing....And leaves,
Beginning to bud on barren trees...
Turning green.
And in Spring...
Time spent in pursuit of love meant,
By those young...
Reminds those that are not,
How blessed we are...
To witness another Spring to come.

No season seems more anticipated,
Than Spring.
No other time does life seem more appreciated,
Than Spring.

And in Spring...
Time spent in pursuit of love meant,
By those young...
Reminds those that are not,
How blessed we are...
To witness another Spring to come.

Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010


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