the warmer weather . overwhelms the senses with . sights and sounds of spring
the problem with time . is we think we have so much . when there’s so little
a delicate shell . was once all the protection . its builder needed
as the newborn leaves . flutter in dappled sunlight . nothing else matters
not knowing the path . to take, means being open . to any surprise
almost by magic the minutes are more vibrant as springtime returns
so many moments waiting to be discovered drift by unnoticed
all that we believe . can be broken down, reduced . to shadows and light
hiding in shadows . the future pretends to be . less clear than the past
look to the sunrise . when beginning a new day . not to the shadows
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