
loftily swaying swift moving branches, evoke my senses once again. the capture of delights reminds me this old friend.
Her name is spring and she always delivers just what one needs;
He eyes are of the faintest blue and her skin is delicate, the color of the finest sands and softest hued silk
She is the life
she is the hope
she is the beauty to behold
Hurray for us to have eyes to see
Spring is a wonderment for everyone
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