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The beauty of spring planted its lips upon my own by surprise.
I gasped as I witnessed its flutters along my skin.
The hairs on my arms stood up in anticipation like the breath in my chest that refused to release.
My previous feelings of unease seeped away in such a way that scrubbed off all of my dismay.
I fear it would be impossible to portray my heart’s instant reversal of its consistent fray.

My darling spring, I love the ringing that plays in my ears on repeat when you are around.

Suddenly I can dream aloud, sweet and sound, lying awake with my fantasies in a reverie.