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The sun shines brightly on the melting snow
Trees fast asleep, waiting for spring to grow
Birds still gather food, that’s how we are made
I walk the path, enjoying a chickadee serenade.
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Herv DaCosta is a writer exploring topics reflecting on life and inner peace.
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