In the glow of Spring sun,
the soul softens in delighted warmth.
The heart shakes free its icy tendrils
and the body that once creaked and groaned
dances to a Robin's song.
the soul softens in delighted warmth.
The heart shakes free its icy tendrils
and the body that once creaked and groaned
dances to a Robin's song.
copyright Sherry Obsheatz
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