Touch of spring.A Poem by Maxine
Crickets sing,
Trees sway, Branches heavy with green buds. A gentle breeze wafts through, Brushing past the moon. Swirling in the fresh grass. Stars twinkle lightly Against a navy sky. The moon hangs on a string. And the gentle touch of spring is everywhere.
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