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Spring

On the frigid wings of the northern wind, winter bird with feeble plume flies, gets lost, sweeps the shroud from shore of skies’ misty mind, robins’ song brings frozen life out of frost. Splintered brown ground dons olive veneer new, spectrum of hues the sunburst blue skies fling, bright morning constructs crown with gems of dew, scenery is spun with sequins of spring. The silken green boughs hold blooming buds’ glow, with color crescendo their sheen gets hewn. Zephyr ripples the scent in mellow flow, butterflies flitter on whispering tune. Milieu’s fine glory tinged splendors bring, resurrect the gorgeous fresco of spring.

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Date: 4/13/2024 5:58:00 AM
Love 'the fresco of spring'. It does feel like a giant outdoor painting. Congrats on doing the sonnet form. J :)
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Subimal Sinha-Roy
Date: 4/14/2024 11:15:00 PM
Thank you.

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