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Spring

Rating: 2.9

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my reasons have changed
transformed along with my circumstances
defined by those I have allowed into my life
shaping me
releasing me
and giving my days their tints and shades
to open up
and allow hatchets to fall
or portly women to sing

leave open the door
for fresh winds to blow
let the early spring's germination
lift the chin of my winter's dispossession
soothe the bruising where i once stumbled
bleary-eyed with sleep.





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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Keith Brown 26 April 2020

2009 took me awhile to come upon this poem, it was worth it nice work

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Ahmad Shiddiqi 15 March 2009

honest and pure! keep writing!

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Mark R Slaughter 04 March 2009

Another nicely presented work. I like the natural flow of this poem too. Regards Mark

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