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12 April, 2016

Spring

Spring, it dies
in tender fragranced
petal flakes -
of eddying flurries
tossed
on nymph-like,
teasing breezes;
leaving a dusting
of pale pink snow
that kisses the
ground, blanketing
the bare, dark earth
in velvet.

© Eleanor Clark
12 April, 2016

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