The keen April rain descends from the skies
Like a silvery god. It signifies
The flow of fresh redemption from winter's
Cruel, habitual, frozen ways; as it
Heroically leaps to the rescue of
Dry roots in great peril. The light of love
Is now slowly expanding over hills
And streams. Everything is so beautiful
And dream like. Youthful, warm blood is revived
In the cold veins of the aged.I feel
At one with the tenderness of flowers:
In a soft universe of spring blossoms.
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