An extract from my epic poem The Way of Trilobites, available on Amazon. See my book links.
In spring’s exploding shards of shining light, Of winter’s grievous garments, we’ll take flight! And with the birds and butterflies we’ll play: For sorrow’s match, ‘tis simply summer’s day.
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