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Not Quite Spring

A poem

Photo by Biegun Wschodni on Unsplash

The cold begins to sway
It slowly blows away
A blooming sun shines on you on a
Warm, still-winter day

The birds begin to sing
Their voices soar and ring
They lift their chins and thus begin
And soon they take to wing




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Sarah E Sturgis

Sarah E Sturgis

I’m a writer who wants to get her content out there to share with people. Writing is my emotional outlet! ❤️POMPoet❤️, 2-time Top Writer in Poetry

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