Seasons opportune
Hasten not its rhythm
or blossoms will not flourish
and soils rejuvenate not
to its full glory
Keep your heart under lock and key
Wait for the arrival of spring
When the first shoots peek up to the nurturing warmth of the sun,
when the birds sing a happy song of return to this land once asleep
when the streams fill up from its thaw
only then, then
Bask in the beauty of spring.
Listen then, my love.
Have you heard it already?
xoxo,
principessa
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