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March 10, 2018
The Lily pond, not as it seems –
not quite the same as in one’s dreams.
A mystery around it lingers,
and not the place for tiny fingers.
No birds on view, the sky quite still,
with clouds now absent, yet still a chill
is in the air, as winter’s sun,
sits low, unsure if spring’s begun,
and early flowers, in wonderment,
burst forth as if heaven sent.
Each snowdrop, crocus and daffodil,
a welcome sight on Richmond Hill.
Though the Lily pond, not as it seems –
not quite the same as in one’s dreams.
A mystery around it lingers –
and not the place for tiny fingers.
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