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May 2019
You can hear them outside,
the band of birds churning out a brand-new song.

The unmistakable scent of vivacious green soil,
structure not yet defiled by soles that wear.

The sky radiates a stunning blue,
somber clouds knowing they are in the wrong.

Trees rise up tall and mighty,
making you wonder why anyone would ever want to tear.

Spring revives all always.
Β©Laure Winkelmans
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Laure Winkelmans  26/Cisgender Female/Belgium
(26/Cisgender Female/Belgium)   
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