springtime
it's like a perfect Spring daywith golden skies and fancy flights of butterflies
when jonquils bloom and tulips too
a whisper of a breeze caresses bluebird wings
loving you is easy in Soring
springtime
it's like a perfect Spring dayA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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springtime | 0 | 01/17/2010 |
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Tears | 2 | 01/29/2009 |
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