Spring moves underground
Under skin, under bark
Slowly then the quicker
Towards the blush of summer
Arising in drapes of green
The bated breath released
In fragrant sunbursts glory
To live the seasons story
Stoic Poetry
Spring To Summer
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 
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