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A
whisper
a
sighing
perfumed kiss
the
caress
of sunlight
in the morning
still
frosty
yet melting
dew on the grass
the last ice glistens
birds
rehearse
their love songs
thrilling new tunes
sparkling in fresh air
soaring into blue sky
dawn
of
spring
Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis 
You’re right! This isn’t a pine cone, it’s a whole tree. Lovely hopeful spring poem, Peter 🙂
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Shaped like a Christmat tree!:) Well done:)
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Lovely poem 🙂
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Heerlijk om lezen
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It’s a lovely poem. Where’s the haikai? 😉
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I’m sorry Frank, there is no haiku or any other form. It is is one of my earlier poems that I thought could fit in the theme. Maybe you could reblog it on one of your other pages, Good luck!
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No worries, Peter. You can try again later this week, or take up the challenge next week! 🙂
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The dawn of spring is a magical time of year.
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Het lijkt er een beetje op inderdaad 😉
Maar mooi wel !
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