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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Where are you my sweet spring time, I’m heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved Of all the seasons, thou ‘art my favorite, For yours is the very breathe of life itself, The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth, Nourished by the gentle breezes that you Bring forth, a tender blossom of sacred beauty, A timeless wild flower of single elegance. It sleeps this brilliant Tiffany bulb, curled up Tightly within its raw soil bedding dreaming, Oh thee, oh sweet springtime, but frozen She remains in a status freeze, waiting for A soft whispering from nature She comes be at the ready, child of the sun. Beneath winters icy chill, lays fields of dreaming Blossoms, here the verities of the pallet array Dips into the rainbows stratospheres, melting Within the earth below, to create the beautiful Bouquet that spring will draw forth. Nay the white hands of winter, smack harshly Against my window panes of sorrow, Yet within my heart is hope of the tomorrow, And the glorious joy to come, with the on set Of the promises of spring. The burning logs of holiday cheer have lost Their romantic luster, the sleds sharp blades Are placed aside, it’s just too cold outside for Laughter’s enchantment to take hold. The shovels of white diamonds fields that Once glistened so magically now remain Dual and tarnished, just a chores aimless Task of back aching pain to be done. I’m waiting for the breathless color burst, To feel the warmth of the sun against my White skin of palest ivory, and to hear the Street children at play once more, outside My prison door. For here I’m still looking out my window, At a wintery wonderland of ice and snow, Waiting for the spring, tired and weary of The splendor of white lace, and snowflakes. Where are you my sweet spring time, I’m heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved Of all the seasons, thou ‘art my favorite, For yours is the very breathe of life itself, The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth, Nourished by the gentle breezes that you Bring forth, a tender blossom of sacred beauty, A timeless wild flower of single elegance. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN Dedicated and inspired by My Sister Poet Mystic Rose
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