And once again,
spring had sprung,
no longer,
a world full of grey days,
but of greens and blue hues,
no longer,
did I hear dead silences' ways,
but of chirps and lovely cues,
for once again,
a new season had arrived,
reminding me of,
the bitterly cold one,
that had died.
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