Spring Beauty Poem by Benjamin Standley
Spring Beauty
The sky is painting a warm red glow, the wind begins to sigh. Time comes to a standstill as the sun sets in the western sky. A young man perched on his windowsill mind awash with dreams; of the promise of tomorrow and the hope it often brings and The beauty of a woman as she blossoms in the spring, worth a thousand moonlit summers or a million diamond rings.
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