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The warmth of spring pulses through the air,
Sweet and tangy on my tongue like a fresh orange picked from the highest branch on a tree,
Exploding in my mind and eating away the cold of winter.
Small buds stretch out their arms,
Yawning and rubbing the sleep from their brightly colored eyes.
The white of snow traded for puffy white clouds floating lightly on the sea of blue.
Crisp green grass sliding back its snowy blanket and reveling in the golden rays that lick across it.
And finally,
I can stop to smell the flowers.





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DaisyAngel said...
Apr. 4, 2012 at 7:30 pm
Wow, this was really good. It was beautifully worded and constructed. I just wish that this site didn't mess up the formatting so much. :( It's a huge pain for people who write poetry. This is definitely a poem worth five stars! Keep writing! Will you read and comment on my poem "In a Room of Children", if you have the time?
 
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