Surrounded by soft beauty,
this spring ache,
calling my breath so sweetly.
I wish I were free as the wind,
to roam hills and plains.
graceful and unfettered.
Timeless.
To be barefoot in the greenest grass,
the scent of rain thick on the air,
with thunder growling along my skin.
Sharing secrets under Orion's gaze.
Longing.
To raise my voice with the sparrows,
spill my glow over others.
Transport them to this place,
this spring ache.













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