Spring is coming...
Spring will be here soon.
I can feel her even from this distance.
Warm and gentle,
Blooming and alive,
Inviting and scented,
And I ask myself,
How many more springs will I meet in this life?
The question isn’t meant to be melancholy.
Just a reminder,
to savor every moment;
every wildflower beaming at me
from the side of the road.
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