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Springtime Serenade

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I tilt my head back, just slightly,
Because for the first time,
I want to be exposed.
Sun rays beam down from the sky,
In the same way wind whistles,
Between windowpanes and under doors,
But much more beautiful.
Clouds like lace silhouettes,
Weaving themselves through the sky,
Underneath blue canopies housing days long past.
I think I can smell the spring
When brisk air drifts through my nose,
But then again, it tickles my skin, too,
And then engulfs my soul.

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