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In The Springtime
In the springtime, all things begin to glow,
autumn’s seeds that fell begin to grow
as a breath of newborn air
stretches out from everywhere.
In the springtime, love’s finger
stretches to touch everyone.
Eyes flutter to give new life
a chance under heaven’s skies.
In the springtime, tender kisses,
the promise of things to come.
Warm hearts beat tenderly
under a warming sun.
21-22 July 2010
poem
by
David Harris
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