Oh misty rains' wet sheen Gently falling over me And washing clean The dust from my soul Lost my thoughts serene Searching to be whole In many fields so green You are my flower born Perfect as ever seen New and never worn Waiting to convene This dance of Spring
Thank you for this beautiful poem as I wait here in New York State for my flower beds to blossom. After our long hard winter, I'm still waiting for my first daffodils to blossom! As for love, also still waiting for that to blossom. For now I am happy with my flowers.
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Rob