Spring Time
The ground is fresh and wet,
as the moon's halo reflect
silvery on a water droplet.
Sweet scent of rain
excites my spine
to a dance so fine,
as though I have wine.
Sounds of spring's drumming on window glass,
excites my conscience to a moment of bliss......
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