In Springtime, love is carried on the breeze. The shy smiles of blossoming lovers coast by, grazing your cheek and sifting through your hair in a sweet caress. The passionate kisses of new lovers flit about, chasing one another with fervor. The tender looks of timeless lovers drift towards you, settling warmly around your shoulders and blanketing you in affection. The soft embraces of lovers who've braced the tide float by, brushing delicate kisses on your forehead. The laughter of childhood friends flutters up, down, and around, becoming the sweet song of the awakening season. Spring is the patron of ardor. The sun crests the horizon sooner to shine upon the many faces of fondness. The flowers awaken from their slumber to embrace the meadows far and wide. The birds trumpet the arrival of love and light abound in dulcet tones. In Springtime, love is carried on the breeze, and many a Winter heart is thawed.
Author's Note: I definitely lied about bi-weekly updates. I will get better at it soon!
In the meantime: a piece of prose poetry about the season I love so dearly.
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