Poetry

buttery spring

buttery spring has come to
lick it’s cracked lips. buds
are beginning to poke their
heads from behind nature’s
bosom. and me? me, im soaking
it all in. the harmony; a concert
of wide smiles and insects that
shutter at night. pay the pipper
to play my favorite song. lay
your hair down and let the fun
begin 🌸✨

 

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