the season of ruthless cold, painting the town in monochromatic hues
beckons the sun's beams amidst the morose clouds
splotches of colours come to birth— the advent of spring
blades of green grass enveloping a land once bathed in ice
daffodils swaying in the serene morning breeze
buds across the hills waiting for their bloom
such delightful sight reminiscent of a flower,
of a woman blossoming in its full glory
whose dainty petals bask in the glow of light
(whose soul exudes buoyancy
whose heart throbs in fervency
and whose mind, a divine chamber of sagacity)
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