Spring

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By <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font>

The kites are flying in the breeze in midst of melting snow. The wind is blowing through the trees as leaves begin to grow. The grass is flowing, long and tall, Where rabbits make their nests. The Whipor Willows sound their call, and the deer find rest. The rain is falling to the ground, replacing ice and snow. The sun is shining through the clouds, Which makes the flowers grow. I see the happy faces here, As children run and play. I do not see a single tear When cold is gone away.

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January 11, 2010 22:07Alvas

Wow, I really, really liked that poem. :D Thank you for letting us to read it. I like your writing so keep going, I'm looking forward to read smth else from you! :)