Poem ... New Venture
Thoughts, like Spring flowers
Peeking through snow
Searching for meaning
For someone to know
Some new venture
Maybe a trip
Meet with a friend
A coffee to sip
All gold and red
Twirling in my head
I must do something
I must move ahead
The path that I choose
Peeking through the snow
I open to the light
New venture I go
Rabid Poet
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