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One Day

Rating: 2.8

I will tell you when they met:
In the limpid days of Spring;
Elder boughs were budding yet,
Oaken boughs looked wintry still,
But primrose and veined violet
In the mossful turf were set,
While meeting birds made haste to sing
And build with right good will.

I will tell you when they parted:

When plenteous Autumn sheaves were brown,
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Ratnakar Mandlik 01 January 2016

Wonderful poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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M Asim Nehal 01 January 2016

Nice poem..................................

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