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More thoughts in short verse
Watching the rain
falling,
Hearing the birds
calling,
Spring at last is
coming,
Last signs of winter
destroying.
Everywhere is so still,
Silent,
Snow insulating the
Noise,
As it gently falls in
Silence
Over the world that was
Noisy.
Bringing winter in in beauty and
Peace
Covering everywhere with pure
White,
Now quiet we all feel so
Peaceful,
Buried in new fresh sparkling
Whiteness.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson November 15, 2002