Last April I remember<\/p>\n
it snowed on my birthday<\/p>\n
a favourite season of the year<\/p>\n
when Nature seemingly<\/p>\n
enchanted by the offerings<\/p>\n
seems purposely made for me<\/p>\n
Ashridge \u00a0admits to changing<\/p>\n
imaginatively I see<\/p>\n
and hear the wilder songstress<\/p>\n
somewhere in a tree<\/p>\n
leaves unfold and say hello<\/p>\n
to the bounteous adorable Spring<\/p>\n
love making among the boughs<\/p>\n
With that highly infectious ring<\/p>\n
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singing choral ing \u00a0masterfully<\/p>\n
a progression of the soul<\/p>\n
Yes the birds are back together<\/p>\n
in acceptance of their role<\/p>\n
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Last April I remember it snowed on my birthday a favourite season of the year when Nature seemingly enchanted by the offerings seems purposely made for me Ashridge \u00a0admits to changing imaginatively I see and hear the wilder songstress somewhere … Continue reading