Not the End

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Spring is in the air, they say 

But it’s also in my bones and in my soul 

Something inside me wants to reach out 

To grab hold of the breeze 

To tell her to take me wherever she may please

I want my heart to open like the blossoms 

To soak in the sun

To cherish all that life is and what it can become 

Floating through the air is a robin’s song

And the sweet scent of flowers coming to life after so long 

Spring, our friend, reminds us it’s never too late to try again 

Winter is not the end 

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    Sue

    Love your poem, and I agree!

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