smells of new death
from buds falling from trees
the soft kiss on your neck
from the cool warm spring breeze
new green sprouts
are stretching out of their shells
and the air smells of soil
tulips and may bells
the welcoming wind
strokes cotton from branches
and brings it down slowly
much more welcome than snow.
the mist of another
drizzling spring rain
mixes with the chirping of birds singing:
they have come again.
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wow, that’s so lovely. i wish i could write like that.