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Spring arrives atop a beam of sunlight,
Her warm breath softly caresses my skin.
Without much toil, Spring swiftly thaws the soil;
where daffodils start sprouting overnight
and a green stubble starts to veil the trees.
Spring, like Autumn, is a magical sprite
sharing the same passion for rich pigments.
Between them, they hold every copyright.
When Winter is no more than a has-been,
Spring swiftly thaws the soil, without much toil,
till wildflowers color a world of white.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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