Mood Swing MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   

When the morning plays her silly game

of smiling with tears,

her complexion a soft blue,

the earth damp with sorrow -

When the trees lift

hung delicately with bits of green

and the sleep of a thousand hearts thaw,

I breathe Spring.





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