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Springtime Within

Of the four seasons, I long for but one;
That which it is pleasant to be in the sun.
Not overly heated nor bound with chill,
When its lovely to sit on the window sill
And gaze out into the lovely earth around
Listening to every creature make a sound.
Outside the air smells of sweet lime
But within each person it is also springtime.

It is a time of friendship and of cheer
As the time of peace and vacation draws near.
Springtime is the time of lovers' boon
Sitting together in the light of the Moon.
Such an air of happiness does this time bring
It makes not only birds but even people sing
Of the joy and glee of this magic season.
Why not relax? There is no reason!

Ari Gilder

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