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Writer's pictureGurdit

Spring

I live for such spring days,

When the breeze is neither hot not cold,

Over vanilla sunsets,

As the twilight lasts a little longer.

I live for such spring nights,

When the breeze whips my hair back,

Over starry nights,

As I sway to the music under moonlight.

I live for such spring coincidences,

Of orange sunrises,

And orange moon rises,

Bringing us all together.

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