This stormy sultry Spring sprung upon a reluctant rambunctious Winter's waning sullen, silent, falls flawlessly, faultlessly as if to fill the gap with stealthy shifting: So, slyly wandering wanton, wild, willing
weather's changeling child, sent, as if to amuse - our mind's mood swings, easily afflicted, affected, by sky's: Sometimes such splendid stages - sometimes such
simply scenic, starry stillness complete! But, always, all in all, always affecting us with our tedious, tired eyes, tied to tides We cannot explain! Still, now it is Spring!
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