Cotton sheers sweep window's sill
basking in billowy waves
March is blowing kisses today
not knowing the soul she saves
Winter's blanket weeps farewell
to tear-drenched fertile earth
Birds now chirping from quieted tunes
awaiting the splendor's birth
Soon the sun will fill the days
as colored blooms explode
Whilst songs of season's symphony
encompass heart's abode
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