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MYSTIC SPRING

MYSTIC SPRING A Methusalean warp, In-and-out of body time, When renewal seems to split. Soul conceives a mystic pair, One, atop, with fresh tulips One neath a burial wreath This dichotomy cries out, One from cackling, mortal fear Unknown dimension other But allow those sunbirds sing Gather new thy hoary self And accept this mystic spring

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 6/15/2015 5:19:00 PM
Hello Daver, I enjoyed the contrast in this write, and the observance of the wildlife interacting with seasons..'
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Date: 6/24/2013 2:54:00 PM
yup,,, I like spring ;}
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Date: 4/12/2013 3:00:00 PM
"Mystic Spring", we always feel its magic, Daver.:) Sunbirds...oh the robins are here, but so is the freezing rain.:( Do you think that the robins sing to help the sun rise? When it sets, they sing again. During the night they sleep and dream.:) Semper fid...love, Mikki
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Date: 4/10/2013 1:25:00 PM
Oh yes, I accept it. This is the time when the flowers all bloom and we can make our yards look pretty. Right now we are having a lot of rain. thanks for sharing and reading ( An Old Man ) There is also a ( A Wise Man ) Lucill
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Date: 4/6/2013 11:15:00 AM
Dear old Daver: Beautiful and mystical READ tHANKS for the welcome and I hope your kitties aren't being too mischevious this morning:) SuZ
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