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Her Name is Spring

Spring is here I can taste her on my tongue. And even if things are hard right now she’ll make it a little easier with the sweet sounds she creates and the oasis in the cacophony I hear.

She brings the sun.

The poetry that I renounce, well it came from being reminded of the beauty we sometimes forget when tragic days rip our joy away. But the birds still sing and flowers bloom.

And it is brought by her.

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