18.03.2024
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@@@ Whistling winter keeps us silent.Cold moments turn into bright yellow buttons along the path. The coltsfoot has flourished. A few insects are beginning to stir. Honeycombs stick sweetly in the mouth. Changing surfaces, when spring breaks.Makes your stomach tingle with hypersensitive details in this sonnet's time.Everyday emotions rainbow painted an verdure sheen, overwhelming excitement @@ // @ // (¯`v´¯) @ // @ (¯`(O)´¯) (¯`v´¯) @ // (¯`v´¯) ( _. ._ ) (¯`(O)´¯) (¯`v´¯) // (¯`(O)´¯) @ ( _. ._ ) (¯`(O)´¯) // ( _. ._ ) @ ( _. ._ ) @ @
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