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Confiding in the Crocus

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I can dream of Spring

Faith of the future

Life reborn

Victorious in its battle

With borealis

Eyes closed

This warm wind

Will simmer my soul

Shed light on my thoughts

Refurbish my being

Eyes open

These colours

Will bleed into me

Open my heart again

Sing to me new verses

Of hope and vitality

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  1. That is a lovely poem, I love it! I cannot wait for bees and flowers and butterflies and weeds and warmth. The wind chill is ten, me no likey.

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    • My husband laughed at your “me no likey”. Yes, it is frigid cold here as well as we were just hit with a bit of a storm. Snow blowing everywhere!
      Thanks for the read. Peace!! Love!! 🙂

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