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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The snows with their chilled touches Are melting, have melted, and now are gone As if welcoming the return of all feathered creatures soaring wide and free Coming home now from their long absence of many seasons Heralding spring’s return beneath the blessing of this the evening star Because she breathes The sky is bright full off glimmering stars In the night, this night, in every night to fall Whispering of Damson Brea tahllana sae’sallien; child of the twilight singing With her shimmering eyes that part the gentle folds of night To guide us back from the depths of the moonless sky and into day Because she sees The grasses bloom for miles all around But I am lost, I am beguiled, and I am cast adrift Within the sensation of my curled toes beneath the licking earth With her lush wonder born once more all over again From the heart of the longest winter it comes running in silence and still Because she sighs There are fires on the horizon shinning brightly tonight Breathing across the skyline captivated by its cold embrace I watch all of this from a cold rock over looking the sea Blue and deep it is like her soul this ocean divide Filled with her silent tears that have yet to fall, may fall, will fall Of all her memories dancing quietly of past, of present and futures deep I stand listening to the sound of spring’s return in the cold Because she cries Here on the edge of nights and days past this way before Washed with the spraying mist of dreams remembered My breath shivers from me to escape in frost Though high above the sun beats down to sear the earth and this rock I am cold for I see in those eyes a knowing deep and sundered so like my own I am cold for I cannot help but to see all that she is and needs to be I am cold despite the end of the long winter I am chilled to my soul Because she cares Cares enough to try
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