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Prologue to Springtime
Written: April 22, 2024
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Whimsical whispers of spring wallow,
Awakening from nature's languid tingle.
You were maundering to strike back,
A euphonic kaleidoscope garden bloom.
Switching back won't suffice this time,
Changing seasons can't be tucked away.
In the depths of the spring warmth,
Embedded in the depths of your being.
Whispered by Equinox, an alias I once knew,
We are in a nexus by a motley thread.
In a world so bright, all else fades away,
I'll remain adorned in pristine periwinkle.
Copyright ©
Sotto Poet
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