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Old News

Just as  Spring awakens,

 A world of golden hues.

Faded floras’ textures,

Glimpses of old news.

Gone but not forgotten.

Skeletons en mass.

Ancient beauty reckons.

Reflects life of a past.

Freshened are the seedlings,

Forgetting whence they came.

Old news is always welcome.

 Familiar not the same.

 A breeze, the dusty scatter.

Old news we’ve come to know.

Green colors life inspired.

As seeds of Spring will sow.

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