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Spring Fever

Forged by the light of the sun Engorged  by the feel of the wind My throat closes slowly Yet, I breathe again left out of control, swelled Flustered,dizzy, shaky Snorting the smell Of freshly cut grass The colors of the flowers Make me fall over breathless; my eyes become unhinged  The mind left delirious  Passed out I sweat Tossing turning  Waiting for it to break the fever  ends  the dawn of Spring

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 2/4/2012 2:55:00 PM
Lovely written Melani,the spring is the start next to the summer,all the colors of the flowers. - oxox love Anne-Lise
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