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Spring Grasp Scuffing
In the dusting of springtime squeeze
Sweet-scented of yesterday glees.
Recall of rose bloom and clear days,
Of mirth and warmth in many ways.
Meek breeze bears the whiff of ripe life,
Fresh beginnings and cease of strife.
The world rouse from its frost slumber,
Nature's grace is once more wonder.
The birds sing their sweet melodies,
As they build their nests in the trees.
Bees buzz around, grasping nectar,
Butterflies dance in quaint vectors.
Let's bask in the charm of the sun,
And hype blooms that ne'er strove nor spun.
Written: June 05, 2023
In The Dusting Of The Springtime Sweet Scented
Thoughts Of Yesterday Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
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