The Drowsing Period
QuietPensive
The saplings
Speak in drowsy
Thoughts of spring
And life as in a dream
Snow soft comforter warms
Their roots protecting golden sap
The stuff of life awaiting awakening
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2020-01-09 at 15:39
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