March

 

 

The winds blow hard

Some grey days

Some bright.

The promise of Spring

Is in the air!

Soon the meadows

Will be filled with golden flowers

And all the dark days of winter

Shall be overtaken by

Blue skies and sunshine!

 

 

--fleur   13.ii.05

 

 

 

 

 

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