Fragrantly advertising tell-tale signs of spring,
allocating beauty of natural desires clinging in
the air.
Sensing emotional yearnings of younger generations,
frolicking through flowers and jumping into cascading
water, cooled from mountain springs.
Life promises are made in vows of innocence, reality
never setting in to discourage love or young lover's
prayers.
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