The hour to recalibrate laughter knocks on the door,
Vernal Equinox has arrived;
Flowers are blooming,
Trees ready to reproduce,
Pollens are in the air,
Butterflies smiling wide,
Trees dancing to the music of the gust;
Men falling in the seasonal trap of tailspin,
Rise in energy levels spearheading surrenders to the chaos;
Some shall open their doors,
To Spring clean,
Others might not,
But you my boy:
''ππ¦π¦π± πΊπ°πΆπ³ π―π°π΄π¦ π°πΆπ΅ π°π§ πͺπ΅'
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