The sound of spring
awakens me to new life,
new thoughts which
I believed forgotten
during long winter nights.
The air so mild, the
smell of green grass,
the sound of splashing
creeks and rivers calling
me out of my isolation.
Somewhere I hear birds
twitter, passing by
on their way up north.
And I long to travel with
them - to new lands.
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