The true blessing of spring when the lark, the nightingale and thrush sing is like the most sincere friends that seldom meet or maybe each other seldom in...

The true blessing of spring
when the lark, the nightingale and thrush sing
is like the most sincere friends that seldom meet
or maybe each other seldom in goodbye greet
as it’s a seasonal thing which is reoccurring.

quote by by Gert Strydom
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