A longing, a desire, looking for changes in the status quo.

Melancholy sigh
travels across the chasm.

Spring’s new sun burns high.


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Letting those brief moments in time track upon my brain.

And the bird sang good
morning then flew on her way.
The air, at once, fresh.

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