Springtime
The month of March is a sunshine
pouring as effervescent vanilla
on through the floral pageantry
of tangerine ever glowing--
sun-kissed a golden yellow,
and dashes of the whispering rain
that spice a chilly earth
to waft springtime's minty aroma.
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