The New Year dawns, hope with half wish,
The old seemingly losing dream,
And March marches, chill left behind,
In April spring springs forth full brim,
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Time! ! ! ! With the muse of the Seasons! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes, sure, 'Time, with the muse of poems.' Thank you so much Edward Louis.