Behind a thin wisp of morning mist,
Spring's restless earth she kisst
Waters are bursting
They Splash Darkness on its lumbering way
on to a vacation in the Doldrum's
Sailors in a Seafaring vessel
used to be trapped for months
no wind to fill sails
or ripple ocean's surface
which formed a Smooth endless mirror
Reflecting the stars
giving the illusion of floating
in space.
Death chills out here,
musing in the illusion
Springtime reveals herself in full
Flowers bloom forth in burst of
love of life
That even One who Muses
Lets out a refreshing sneeze
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