Spring is a young girl dancing in the park
to music only she can hear.
The air is tender.
A light breeze touches her cheek
as she spins and twirls,
her arms reaching
to the pale blue sky
and the tentative sunshine.
All around her
flowers begin to peek out
and buds open cautiously.
The sun glows stronger
as in slow motion
the planet dances
in its orbit.
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