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March, 2026

  • Mar 1
  • 1 min read

March arrives on whispered rain,

A silver hush on field and lane.

She lifts the frost from brittle ground,

And scatters green where none was found.

Soft winds untie the winter’s seam,

And wake the buds from fragile dream.

O March, step in with gentle light

Unfold the day, grow longer night.


 
 
 

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