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A burning sun
Jaunts across the earth
All day and part of the night
Leeching water from every pore
Parched throats clamour for refill
Dust storms rise
False rain mists dusty windows at night

I am a tortoise in a shell-

Through drooping lids I dream
Of a balmy breeze 
Lacing its Spring fingers through my hair
The flowers compete
Waging a war of scents 
Plaguing every sense 

Pathways glow 
With soft petals of every hue
The bees sing and dance in a ring
No fear of a sting
The leaves sport all shades of green
As they preen under a gentle sun
The rising dew sprinkles generous droplets
Over petal and leaf goblets

Children play all day
Their voices bouncing on the  green
And laughter springs from every swing 
If only 
All of earth had Spring and only Spring

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