My Write of Way
Monday, April 04, 2011
the leaves from the trees;
denuded, desolate, defenceless,
they stand in silence.
But Spring comes
and out of the bleak nothingness,
a new life breathes.
The old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
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Thu Apr 07, 12:38:00 pm GMT+5:30
Thu Apr 07, 03:48:00 pm GMT+5:30
Thanks, Loch, isn't Spring just miraculous?!
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