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Memory Of Spring
White and soft.
Cold snow,
smooth as icing.
Sweet and enticing.
Old eyes smile.
Cracked hands on the red wood cane.
Mind aflame with childhood play.
An old man's dream of far away.
This tree was young,
and green once.
The days serene,
spring and free.
The perfect day for youth to be.
Two lovers talk and caress
the close warmth of flesh.
A morning sun climbs in the blue sky.
Distant clouds of pure white wink,
and sink so gently by.
To now, today,
and winter's call.
An old man in the falling snow.
Soft and white.
Day fading, he stands to go.
Crunching footsteps, slow.
Leading to his lonely home,
in orange lamp light glow.
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