Spring
Dark mist pinching my cheeks
Green grass waving at me
Cool breeze speaking to me
Fresh air walking with me
Deep sea blushing at me
Bright sky laughing at me
Smoky clouds following me
Reddish fire ball staring at me
All these experiences cuddled me
In the early spring season
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