March 2
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March promises growth
To the soil and the soul
March stirs with soft hands
The silent seeds of hope
My city smiles with assurance
As pathways forego boredom
My city is awake
Smelling of fresh foliage
Toned with purples and pinks
I'm witnessing rebirth
In the dead corners
Of doubts
Yet I wonder
Amid all this splendor
Is Love like spring too?
Beautiful but brief!
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