Breathing in her deepest sighs,
she held her breath,
then opened her eyes,
looking across,
late spring skies,
she couldn't help,
but to sigh,
such sweetly breezes,
clouds blowing,
fastly past,
it felt like such a tease,
such a shame season's,
never stay to last.
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