SHE
Why do some not enjoy Spring, The sky fights to push out the damp and cold. Wild wind pushes the warm scent across the plain so that summer is ushered in like a Mardi Gras parade.
She lives a classic life.
Reading pages within small passages of time.
She shines through her children, always there.
Tulips.
And I desperately love her, I love everything about her. I love her.
Paper cranes.
Snowflakes.
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