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Spring


Spring, a time filled with joy,

               a time full of colors

                                               and 

                                                       life,

               a time where your ears                  hear

                              the birds chirping with joy

                                                                           high in the           trees,

               a time where your nose                 whiffs

                              the delicious aroma of

                                                                           sweet,  

                                                                                     sweet,  

                                                                                                rosy red,             

                                                                                                                roses,

               a time where buzzing beez pollinate

                              the         fresh      budding

flowers,

               a time where your taste buds tingle

                              as they detect the sweet, yet sour,

                                                          bright,                  

                                                                  exciting ,             

                                                                               yellow nectar,

                                                                                                   lemonade,

               a time where your skin is kissed,

                              kissed by the suns radiating           warmth,

               no longer a time where only cold air blows,

               no longer a time where only the dark

                                                                                          blue      

                                                                                                  sky lingers,

               but a time of light and life, Spring.

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