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Primrose Promise

I saw a Primrose today, I doubt it saw me
As it peeped, coyly from amongst the long grass.
How can such hope and promise be held
In such a small shy flower?

It holds the yellow of the sun in its pale face
A promise of the warmth of spring and summer.
The cold is past, and nature now wakes
All her sleeping children.

I has the green of new life in its silky leaves;
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Susan Lacovara 23 February 2014

Quite the lovely promise indeed. Nature has a way of awakening hearts...I will continue to read your words, as nd invite you into mine, as well. You are indeed a budding talent! Well done....PEACE

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Paul Reed 23 February 2014

The promise of spring captured in your words. Great read, Dean

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