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- Olivia Biederman
- Oct 26, 2017
- 1 min read
Hope is the first day of spring
Where colors beg to be seen
Red and gold, pink and green
And the sun delays to set
Where flowers ache to breathe
From the cool, dark earth
And plants are born
Even after the storm
Where cherry blossoms fall
Canaries sing their faithful call
And the melting snow
Even makes you whole
It’s the first day of spring
And my life is starting over again
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