Buds swelling,
That’s what I notice
That’s what I need
That’s what I yearn for
Winter, too long its stay
Painted on the sky
Painted on my senses
Painted on my heart
Buds, dusted with snow
Contain a promise
And a foreshadowing
Beyond this barren reality
Buds swelling,
Reminding me
That spring is
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