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This Time Again

It’s that time again,
when sunlight fills my bedroom
early morning coffee time.

It’s that time again,
when hair smells like fresh air and
the blue heads of liverworts poke out
of the soil.

I’ve loved it before, with water sprinkles
on my coat and cherry blossoms bobbing softly
up and down the flowing stream of wind.

It’s that time
when earth smells damp with spring time rain
and April cries it’s heavy heart
out for a fresh start.


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