With butterfly Wings
Spring
awakens,
in butterfly wings
the slow lift
of morning,
the thinning
clouds,
across eastern
songs
and skies,
the earth
exhales,
birds soar
with life,
space,
with wind
colourful cloud,
blushing
billowing,
bursting,
blossoming
dreams life
and summer-
time
Winter hides,
waiting.
Ferociously.
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