// picture post & a poem

a long winter, of 5 years even.
and in one moment, a breath from the skies comes out a little warmer.
the trees rejoice and the birds break into song,
but we take longer to thaw,
and when we do,
 the flowers that burst forth in the flower beds of our soul
are more beautiful than prize winning blooms
and spring seems to start.
but then,
there is a cold night or a brisk morning 
and the buds wants to close-up and not let anything in
not even the sunlight that will keep it from death
but the sunlight is persistent and the warmth is persuasive
and then it fully blooms and nothing can stop it 
and spring at last has come.


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