Spry DayA Poem by BotaniaSnowdrops bow their whitest heads in rain that panders 'til their fed Along the way the vine escapes interlaced, a give and take. 'Round the mountain near the glade don the blooms for Spring's spry day. © 2015 Botania |
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Added on February 3, 2015 Last Updated on February 3, 2015 |