For My April Love
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Malignant winter's sullen spell
Has finally been broken.
Even in old bones the pith is stirred
By warm gusts of wind;
Brimming with the scent
Of fragrant spring flowers.
Birds' wings are sprinkled silver
In the sudden downpour,
Of refreshing, healing rain.
While I am busy gathering
Splendid pink & white blossoms,
To scatter liberally before your feet.
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