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Hasten Spring

Updated on March 3, 2011
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a cold wind blows
through this empty place
a soulful tune
of hidden grace
echoes through
these hollow halls
arias of
its woeful calls.
A haunting tune
it ebbs and flows
fills this empty place
then goes.
the melancholy
hymn it sings
in this empty heart
it rings.
A cold wind blows
its lamenting dirge
a piercing deep
unyielding purge.
Hasten spring
Oh, remembered bliss
this empty place
awaits your kiss.

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      Rhonda Musch 6 years ago from The Emerald Coast

      Beautiful I enjoyed your poem.

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      tnderhrt23 6 years ago

      Thank you, Rhonda, I so appreciate you comment!

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Loved it! Loved it! Very beautiful.

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      tnderhrt23 6 years ago

      Thanks again, always!

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