A gentle breath,
The spring breeze wakes.
New leaves unfurl,
No more winter flakes.
It whispers softly,
Through branches bare,
A promise warm,
On sunny air.
The flowers nod,
Their colours bright,
Dancing softly,
In the fresh spring light.
The spring breeze wakes.
New leaves unfurl,
No more winter flakes.
It whispers softly,
Through branches bare,
A promise warm,
On sunny air.
The flowers nod,
Their colours bright,
Dancing softly,
In the fresh spring light.
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Author:
Mark The Phenomenon (
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