There's something about spring
an eerie ringing of small things
The cracking of thin ice
tracing a path under the eyes
A winds that stirs from within
fleeing fast to flowered fields
There's something ominous in every spring
the stream run stronger within the creecks
The trees still dead with bony ends
slowly swing a mournfull dance
Dropping tears of melting ice
as festering leafs are yet to die
There something unresting about spring
creatures rising from their sleep
Winter is beaten and locked away
it's icy peace burnt into flames
The blood rush quicker within my veins
as growing feels are no longer tamed
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