for Emile Pinet's Abracadabra Rhyme Poetry Contest;
The form uses this scheme:abRacadabRa
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My eyes to something beautiful are drawn up past the peaks where clouds of pink are swirled. I take up my pen seeing her again. It’s the Enchantress Spring I look upon. She stands with long hair streaming in the wind of a glorious, bright, beautiful dawn as the temperate breeze embraces her. She banishes harsh days. Winter is gone! Bird song and lushness she conjures the world. Seeing her again, I take up my pen to capture all the magic Spring brings on.
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