SERENADING SPRING
On the wings of winter the north winds flutter and depart,
the crystalline clumps of icy clouds hear their shrill whisper
‘fly far beyond the disappearing horizon, wait, don’t fall apart,
we will return after our arctic slumber as freezing twined drifter’.
The misty layer taken away the sky becomes cerulean clear,
the elixir of pellucid spring descends rippling...
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