This is such an equivocal spring poem, which suits my mood entirely. Flowers are blooming here in this beautiful part of the world, while whole cities are reduced to rubble in others. But here is this ...
Springtime is the season of renewal, but it can also be a season of ambivalence. After all, for something to be made new and fresh, it first has to have gotten old and worn. Perhaps this is why some ...
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