I heard the
hushed melting
of the last flake
of winter on the
drying road bathed
with the first infant
rays of spring,
I felt the
spinning earth
waited a bit,
I saw a
second lasted
more than a minute,
when you smiled at me
for the first time.
r. c. gonzales – roy | page 31 of Poems for S
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