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- Spring's Gold -
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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
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Anne-Lise Andresen
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