Here she comes.
Silent in her sound.
Here she comes.
Fresh upon the ground.
Come gentle spring,
come at winter’s end.
Gone is the pallow from a promise that’s nature’s gift.
Waiting for the color of spring
Here she comes.
Here she comes.
the indian wind along the telegraph lines
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Here she comes.
Here she comes.
Silent in her sound.
Here she comes.
Fresh upon the ground.
Come gentle spring,
come at winter’s end.
Gone is the pallow from a promise that’s nature’s gift.
Waiting for the color of spring
Moving in today. Unpacking and settling through Wednesday next week. Then back to work.
How’s your scene?