(change)

Feel the chillness,
lying wrapped against your skin?
Remember, quite soon,
Once again,
Spring will begin.
Bloom will come,
As always; again.

R.

by Robert W. McCarthy

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This poem reminds me so much of my life, it is sad that you do not have more on site, as I feel your writings charles garcia