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Spring Is Springing
In my spirit, I desire that the seed
To blossom from within.
May bleed from my eyes
In the manner of magenta.
The bougainvillea flowed from the vine
Along the railing of the balcony
In spring, on the balustrade.
In anticipation
To let the morning sun come up.
To let it bleed akin to this
Purple blood.
To mother earth
A desire for adscititious.
Written: March 10, 2023
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Sotto Poet
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