Spring is life, Winters wife, with warmth and sky’s of blue,
Where flowers blossom, natures awesome, beauty through and true.
Winter cold, wise and old, melting at our feet.
Every step upon the ground, snowy freeze we'll beat.
Bring gratitude the ray of winters ghost,
Upon the grounds below.
As we delight, in the warmest light.
Disappearing all the vastness of the snow.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
So reminds me of my wife and myself! Now Iām melting like Olaf ( āļø from Frozen fame) šš»šļø
At last the sun has ended its vacation, enjoyed the read
A beautiful painting of aged winter personified and spring as well a younger wife beautiful in her blooming. Very nice
Can't get away with nothing with you. Lol. I'm pretty sure u digested it the best.
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