If we have to each define
The four seasons left behind,
Then spring is like a map on the sand,
A mystic surely, with her perhaps hand.
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Excellent poem! well structure! I like the lucidity of your expression: For Hope we seek, clumsy in winter's coats, Loudly encouraged by so many famous quotes. I vote it with a 10
Lovely thoughts penned so well, they bring to me Springtime smell!