Tis The Season Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Tis The Season



Tis a wonderful day to give
Sorrow flees
Spring showers the land
Everywhere your love gives
I can grow
I can heal

Tis the season to smile

Beauty wakes the flowers
The world cannot stop the light
Stars solve questions
Venus burns by the moon
Green grass under my clay
Gratitude flows like a river

Tis the season of praise

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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