It is at this time of year
that my eyes begin to crave beauty.
They long to see
the green heads of crocuses
peaking through the snow.
And my skin yearns
for the warmth of the sun,
unhindered by clouds and icy winds.
My frozen heart once more
desires to beat again within my chest.
My lungs want to breathe life
in and out
as my hands create something
wonderful, beautiful, spectacular.
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