Warmth

Spring warmth permeates 
Deep inside and creates
Outward to all around
As my pen and book awaits

The peace that remains
Is never the same
Each day has a flavour
That cannot be tamed

I write these paltry words
And some may seem absurd
I promise each one I savour
Me and all the singing birds

Stoic Poetry

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