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By Stacy F., Lanesboro, MA
When the morning plays her silly game
of smiling with tears,
her complexion a soft blue,
the earth damp with sorrow -
When the trees lift
hung delicately with bits of green
and the sleep of a thousand hearts thaw,
I breathe Spring.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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