The bare trees will begin to bud again
the flowers will crack through the soil
and bloom and amaze us with their colors
We will thaw and glisten under the warm sun
and our thoughts will be on simple things
like picnics with fresh berries and huge sandwiches
or beach days scented of sea salt and sunblock
those days are coming where we
will come to life once again
-Saschia
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