robin's shadow
we met in April,
flowered in June,
I loved him like a robin loves the northern spring
and winter came
we fell with the temperature
froze with snow
We were the swallow and the Happy Prince
the nightingale I was, oak I remain
11.15.2012
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The spring would come if you would but drop your seed. I would plant it and care for it always.
The spring would come if you would but drop your seed. I would plant it and care for it always.
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