An icy kiss touched my lips
Tasting of winter with hints of smoke
Earthy decomposition in the air
With an almost but not quite springtime flair
Spring is almost upon us
But not yet
But not yet
The ice crystals still crackle in the night
Sometimes
Flakes of snow still tumble down upon us
Sometimes
Almost
But not quite
Tasting of winter with hints of smoke
Earthy decomposition in the air
With an almost but not quite springtime flair
Spring is almost upon us
But not yet
But not yet
The ice crystals still crackle in the night
Sometimes
Flakes of snow still tumble down upon us
Sometimes
Almost
But not quite
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