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March Wind MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Now I stand

in the heavy, tingling air

and watch the pilgrim clouds

ride by toward Canterbury.

Cold flutters past

to warm my cheek;

crocuses defy

the cold, white autocrat.

My heart flutters,

and I watch you -

remember the spring

beneath

those warm, blue eyes;

Then I become a crocus

once more,

tiny and fragile

and full

of another's

strength.





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