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After The Herald Of Spring

After the herald of spring,
The sun beats through the woods,
But the new and fresh leaves
As tender buds
Glisten around,
Reddish-reddish and pink,
Golden and glistening.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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