Spring Poetry

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It is the breath of fresh air

Like the first warm April breeze

 

It is the sweet perfume of newness

Like flowers that have pushed out of the dirt

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It is the anticipation an empty glass feels

Before it is finally filled

 

It is the itching a wick experiences

Waiting for its first burn of fire

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It is the comfort of knowing

There will always be a tomorrow to wake to

 

It is the thing I have been looking for in all my digging

A glimpse of hope

A clean slate.

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