<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413175" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morning Spring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The foul mist has been replaced in the greening plain, <br>And the dew-drops shine on the ear lop of a balmy rose, not rain, <br>The coquette rose awakes facing East again <br>Its lovely self adorning in such fresh scent morning with no strain.<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the vast plain is grassy, untamed wild and bare<br>Wild, wanton and wide open to the morning air<br>Which has built up everywhere<br>Making the little rabbit to the meadow tread and dare</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>upon the far horizon blue peaks in the distance rise<br>And ivory white against the cold sapphire sky<br>Shine out of the crowing crests of snow<br>Beneath their line the bushes stretching in a dominant grow</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning wind is hiding, sighing, dodging among the trees, <br>A sighing, soothing, laughing tease, of glee, not tears<br>The sun is rising in bright dusk skies<br>Veils his fair head of glory while contently he spies</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This morning it is my love unclouded luster of her eyes<br>Her beauty shines as nature does; and once it descried<br>The jealous vanquish roses lose their bursting pride<br>And back into their home buds their blushes hide </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Copy rights 2010<br> All rights reserved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413175" data-title="Morning Spring de Isaac Ziv" data-description="The foul mist has been replaced in the greening plain, And the dew-drops shine on the ear lop of a balmy rose, not rain, The coquette rose awakes facing East again Its lovely self adorning in such fresh scent morning with no strain. Oh, the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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