All Saints
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Persian Nightingale
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Glacial winds
Winter Sweets
Can't suppress a yawn
Delicate fragrance
Fills the air
Though
They look pale and drawn
We are lulled
By the gentel wind zephyr
It emerges buds
A sure sign
Of serene skies
Sunflower does a little dance
With a spring
In her step
Prize
Burnished celestial orange
Summery smile
A mild fever
The budding friendship
Style
New emotion issues from the heart
The advent of the inner warmth
A momentous event
A serene autumnal mood
Spring in love
Fall's present
(2009/4/3)
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