Spring breeze runs fingers, lover soft, though hair;
whispers sweet somethings in ears that thrill
to the chorus of sparrows performing in hedgerows,
magpies raucously calling from roofs.
The sun's warm caress on naked arms welcome
while eyes delight in the painted sky;
a gentle watercolour of brush teased clouds
and the delicious sight of green points pu...
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Sunday 3rd April 2011 6:05 pm