Song Poem by Jan Struther

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Sometimes when Winter broods,
Dumb, black, malevolent,
I think on April's moods
And wait, content.
But O! a lovelier thing,
More difficult, more rare,
Is to remember Spring
When Summer's there.

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Anne Velevski 06 March 2017

I think on Aprils moods...very nicely done, thank you for sharing.

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