March
March
March, the mooring line of equinox,
A time for all to flush from their covert,
Reverberates the spring zing,
Children caper across green meadows,
Humour climbs the seventh heaven !
Written August 11th, 2015
For contest by Charlotte
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2015
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