Friday, 13 January 2012

The winter shows it's loosing it's grip with snow drops
The first Swallow is Summer around the corner
Were I a bud I'd bloom all year round, bright yellow
A bee buzzing , life takes it's course
A tramp just tramping, a dog barking
River running clear-carp jumping
Rose so red, why are we so near to death every day?

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