poetry

Possibilities of Spring

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white fluffy clouds are delightful

when yellow fuzzies like to tickle my nostrils

it’s as if sweet ardor

makes me long for the moon and choices

like tulips to stand tall and be pristine in their call

to spring to spring to everlasting spring

with air so clean

and blue is only a color

 

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