Pale stripped bones reach to the sky,
Bleached by the sun and starved for rain.
Winters’ cold blasted, pushing towards death,
But life still pumps in its inner most core.
Will spring revive, renew, and nourish,
Allowing for buds of green and pink to return,
Will the fragrance of life fill its arms once more?
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Ah, the promise spring and the hope that carries us through the long and cold nights 💞💞💞
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