Its early spring. A time of silent and subtle transition from old to new.. A time where the winter's harshness slowly gives way to the soothing sunny breeze. A time for rejoice.
How I love our spring:
The bold and sleeker feel I get,
An inner glow, a ring!
I’ve paid the winter’s chilly debt, so
Now upon the wing!
The bold and sleeker feel I get,
An inner glow, a ring!
I’ve paid the winter’s chilly debt, so
Now upon the wing!
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