The Essence of SpringA Poem by Whispering Pines
A quiet trickle of water,
dripping onto smooth stone, the smell of flowers on the wind. The sound of leaves blowing in the breeze. the sun shines on baby leaves, growing up through the moist moss. Violets bloom in the shade, and spring is here. © 2012 Whispering Pines |
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1 Review Added on May 4, 2012 Last Updated on May 4, 2012 AuthorWhispering PinesPine Grove, PAAboutI love to write and have been doing so ever since I was young. It is my dream to someday publish a novel. I have yet to finish a manuscript though. more..Writing
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