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Clear day, Azure sky
Brightly the blinding sun shone
The livid old tree
With its gnarled intricate boughs
Stood there all alone
I shuddered as it whispered
to me
in a hushed meek tone
Have you by any chance figured,
where has the Spring gone?
I paused, reflected and then said
Don't know…
for I too have been waiting for it
all my life
lonely, cloistered, forlorn

posted: 3.2.04

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