your call overruled
soft wind overwhelmed
wandering through the old window
songs standing on the distant shadow
underneath the silver moon
underneath the mist of purple tree
the very silence of spring
moving as breaks free
the lonely road a continuous tense
none waiting on the corner bench
ah! her beauty beyond,
loving in a wide sense! !
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beautiful spring in the body of this poem