Spring's Hug

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 In the spring's love hug, I find my soul,

Beyond mere blossoms, the cherish of assets for its seekers,

Some gather blooms, tokens of love's affection

While I paused in its breeze, reflection of heavenly   potions spilled in the air

Hope springs eternal, in this radiant light,

Yet some emerge, from the darkest of nights.

Though this spring may fade, and leaves may gently wither,



New bloom awaits, to make my heart shimmer again,

It's a metaphor, to navigate through thorns and strife,

To reach the petals of a blossoming life

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