Come out into the shimmering light.
Come feel the gentle breeze
Laden with scent of lilac,
Watercolors of purple and white.
Come out and rest your winter-weary head
on the soft, warm pillow of spring.
Come outside with me and
start again, blossoming
with all the dead promises we can bring.

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