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A poem about a bud in bloom. |
Days of winter end the Ice and frost and snow. As spring erupts in colour New life begins to grow. Sun beams burst through with Light and life and heat. The world alive in blossom - Appearance at last complete. Sights of precious petals bring Hope and joy and love. The glory of a bud in bloom: Splendour purer than a dove. |