by Kalverin Dukant
Melted snow dripping
Off roofs and running down
streets.
Isn't this springtime?
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Dust blowing quickly
Snow flowing
swiftly
Flowers blooming elsewhere
Grass is green here nowhere!
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The
irritation of spring is nothing compared with the loveliness yet to come. ~
Kalverin
Story text © Lady Kalverin Dukant
© Lady Star