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Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Against the blue, blue sky…

Against the blue, blue sky,
We stand skeletal.
With our crooked fingers begging for sun,
We look eerie, chilly and dry.
But deep within there’s a fire burning,
Buds of green it’s pushing.

Soon we’ll be flowering,
Casting rainbow colors against the sky of spring
And this wintry weather we’ll be kicking away.

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