How you come with the pleasant blows,
And open once more the new windows,
I inhale from you what in you it flows,
In a cold desert, glimpses of meadows,
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I look forward to March as soon as Autumn ends. It has arrived, and I too am the same naughty man. Wonderfully conceived and written, my dear friend.
An amazing poem on March.......................................................
March, it is as if when the frozen time begins to march. A beautifully crafted poem on the theme.