Poem: Spring Time on a Sunday

Smells like freedom
Floats through the window
Like thin cotton sheets
Beckons me to explore
Run, jump, climb
Be someone else
Except the winter bum
You’ve become
Be brave, be free
Be springtime
And LIVE

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