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In  Spring's Beginning

                                                                  

My veins go crazy; my heart takes wing;

My dreams vibrate so passionately,

With bone-tingling rapture —

Chimes singing the first breeze on earth —

That when I'm in the throes of spring's beginning,

Listening to the love notes of songbirds,

Focusing on the opening nodes of Bradford pears,

Gazing at a half moon exposing my shadow,

I can almost not control what my soul composes

For its wild veins, soaring heart, resonating dreams.

It's then that I know I'm spring's creator.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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