THOUGHTS ON SPRING

May 2020

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open your eyes. 

there. 

do you see it?

the paint smudged on your

fingertips like an

abstract sky, blossoming

over a delicately detailed

landscape. 

and there go the birds

that float, lazily

across your window panes. 

now look, 

the sun is shining, 

so fill your lungs

with old songs that

remind you of your

childhood. 

please find yourself lost

in stories you’ve never

heard before.