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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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