Daybreak soft moonbeams
Noon warm sun casting shadows
Spring knocking on door
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You don't know where you are going. You don't know how to get there. And you arrive just the same. Ghanaian saying
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Yes! It is coming (still have snow so i refuse to call it anything else, yet!)
Yes, snow is still winter. Hope yours melts away soon.
It’s melting right before our eyes!
Sounds encouraging!
This poem has a lovely delicate and magical feel Ina.
Thank you, Andrea, for your touching comment.