Spring is springing


Out in the sunshine

Birds singing

Children playing

Cold and snow

Blowing and deep

Forgotten

Flowers for mama in grubby little hands

Cardboard sleds riding still damp hills

A world renewal

Dusty thoughts come to mind

No matter how cold

No matter how desolate

Spring always comes again

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