The morning lignite already must give way
day of repelling it away.
Happy days, I often
the rise time. I rely on internal
peace, the magic of the writer's thoughts.
Many cries when allowed to remain behind,
Spring gets me arriving comfort.
Now is the spring the mild winter weather.
Day new already become a must,
my heart loves spring.
House window suburb other,
through the winter with snow and ice.
The lights go out in the morning, white,
beautiful snowy today is March.
March is the point already,
try a ram on time
spring to tread the road of destiny.