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reflections

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reflections

reflections

I saw you at the spring
this morning

you were looking at your
reflection and trying
to adjust your face

there is no need for that
the spring loves you
just the way you are

and waits each morning
for your return
just as I do

◄ early spring, early robins

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 22nd Feb 2022 17:17

A beautiful poem, Clyde.

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