It is Spring
how the wildflowers thrive
it is Spring
that cheers the stones
plucking daisies
placing on a memory
swept, scrubbed
doused and cleansed
her name was hidden
amidst the wild abandon
snip, snip, pull up roots
careful hands revive
it is Spring
that cheers the stones
and an unrelenting heart
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