spring-cleaning
i shake the autumn
on from
my sholders!
then stand unto YOU:
i turn into SPRING!
spring-cleaning
i shake the autumn
on from
my sholders!
then stand unto YOU:
i turn into SPRING!
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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