Softly the winter loosens its hold,
Silver frost melts into threads of gold.
Petals awaken from quiet sleep,
Secrets the silent meadows keep.
A gentle breeze hums through the trees,
Carrying laughter on wandering seas.
Raindrops drum on emerald ground,
Where hope in every bud is found.
Sunlight spills in warming streams—
Spring arrives like whispered dreams. 🌸
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