Fluffy dollops bounce on my nose
Trollops of white sparklings
float as bounciful dancers
Alas, Spring plays me with Her
skipping traces between
snow-capped tall grasses
and morning dew branches
I can't help but haplessly
follow Her unknown
meanderings; pulling me to venture beyond
soils of earthworm castings toward
boundless stages above
Earth's sproutings
A moment's kiss from a delicate seed is a rarer
more honourable gift
than one proffered from
a lover's full-hearted, soft lips
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