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Spring, is that you?
When shall I wake up
And find flowers
Adorned with dew?
When shall color show?
The glorious things I know
That hope will bloom
Along with cherry blossoms
And yellow broom.
When will the warm smells
Of trees in bud
And grass growing
Invade my senses with knowing?
And when the cold is gone
And winter is done
Will spring show me all
That beauty has to bring?
Spring please come soon
Make hope and love bloom,
And show me what love is, again.
©Dawn Schultz 2005
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