LAST OF THIS MARCH

Written by: Wm Paul


Trudgingly we came through this March
"Twas the longest yet so far,
Within its days a world of bloom
Was seen with eyes anew.

Daily rose to see it turn,
To pass another play,
Reciting subconscience dream learnt speech.

Realities true come by to see
A Place that's been always there,
Time comes up and round a curve
The space unmolded.