Spring is peeping through the month of March.
It yawns as it begins to wake up from frosty seasons.
It begins to stretch as flowers prepare to bud and bloom
and leaves are getting ready to decorate the trees
and the earth is becoming beautifully renewed.
It reminds me of when we first fell in love
and everything was so wondrous and new.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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