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Posted by MFish Profile 03/06/20 at 11:12PM Poetry See more by MFish

When the things we know
become so mundane.
When we peer from the window
at the Winter rain.
The coolness, is there
but there is no freeze.
Perhaps it is now.
Where is the breeze.
The bulbs of flowers, everywhere
are poking through the ground, so bare.
There will soon be a new display
of colors to view on the new day.

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