SPRING
BY ANNA STRATE
Sun shining down on my face.
I close my eyes to take it in.
Imagine myself in a better place.
To waste this feeling would be a sin
A cool breeze through my hair,
I feel it’s chill on my neck.
Feelings like this seem so rare.
Calmness is felt, no longer a wreck
A sprinkle of rain falling down
Cleansing feeling as it hits my skin
Washing away the world around
The season of blooming will begin
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