Spring
Spring
The cold rain fell while the days flew by.
The sun rose, my deepest sleep began to thaw ...
My spirit was anxious to soar.
I armed my being with a strength that could not fail.
With my being renewed, the wind that is life filled my sails;
I pushed forward with new dreams to think about.
Copyright © Paul E. Lake | Year Posted 2020
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