Spring Is Fine
A Anjandev Roy
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There is no denying that
Spring is fine
With its exquisite meaning,
It's extremely promising,
Slowly spring becomes finer
In my creative eyes,
Being optimistic,
As I ponder deeply,
I realise the finest meaning
Of the spring season
With its glorious hues
And sublime essence,
My joys know no bounds,
I become absolutely saturated.
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