A poem about March This is a snippet of sweet words that sprung, fresh-born, into my head on the way to work one morning. I was fighting to keep my eyes on the road as I drove, enchanted by the silver spider webs that coated the light green grass – the sun shining there illuminated the…
A poem about March
This is a snippet of sweet words that sprung, fresh-born, into my head on the way to work one morning. I was fighting to keep my eyes on the road as I drove, enchanted by the silver spider webs that coated the light green grass – the sun shining there illuminated the entire earth into a manuscript of great beauty. I longed to be able to fly above and read it in full!
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