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Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white
winter bows to spring
when the sun begins to shine again
vital truths on wood-lined paths arise
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This year we decided to watch out own crocuses spring forth as winter days lost its grip. And this older poem is now much more cherished over the years.
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Good write CB.
Cheers, Orchi!
I would say summat mad like: 'Do crocuses have teef?' but the men in white coats are here now! lol.
white teef methinks
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