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Spring325 weeks ago
 
Beauty it the face of spring,
With Ivory lips and floral wings,
With dewy eyes and porcilain face,
Her hands and limbs entwine like lace.

The softest whisper from her lips,
Call to her children "come and sip."
The fragrent air absorbes me whole,
And in her eyes i see her soul.

Even when nights freckles shine,
And all the hours seem set mine,
I still can hear her whistled tune,
Her haunting cry, towards the moon.

Alas her visit was not long,
A month or two of precious song,
And now my days are filled with sun,
Springs sister, summer's visits come.
 posted by Alone in Africa 

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