Spring's welcome,
a divine embrace,
a first greeting
after winter's sigh.
Leaves grow green,
arising from the dead,
a bittersweet reminder
of life's fleeting love.
In Spring's welcome,
I find authenticity—
a whisper of immortality,
and its inevitable return.
To appear and reappear,
like sun and moon.
And in Spring's hue,
I glimpse divinity,
a call to cherish
the essence of truth.
Spring's precious release.
MyKoul
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