SpringA Poem by Trivénthe time of flushing is upon usfleeting breeze white tufted sky on the ground, rays shining through a great big tree, on a backdrop of blue growing greener and greener with each blink of an eye a moment to freeze © 2025 TrivénAuthor's Note
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