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The senses crave the change

snow to slush, slush to rain, rain to

SUNSHINE

Secrets spring forth like the blossom

Alive in the air as fragrances float

from me to you

Textures dazzle the mind, previously

asleep in a state of grey and blue.

It comes and retreats and was

never here at all.

Seasons happen for a reason,

like it or not

Anticipation is the driving force

Gloria, work your magic and be gone.

This time belongs to us.

The poets and the dreamers

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