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Opening
Days
So the opening days
Of January
Kiss and caress us
With mild days,
Snow below
The mountains gone,
The sweet songs
Of spring birds,
Where did they
Come from,
The raven
As if looking
For a lover
Perched high
On the tip of the
Evergreen top that
Bends periscope like,
Peeping to see
Lovers on the sand
Half hidden by rocks
Near the splashing sea.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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