Hello March.
It's still chilly, but I can feel the breath of a new season.
The cold of winter melts away,
and hope sprouts in the scent of flowers.
With my arms outstretched and embracing the earth,
joy quietly fills my heart.

Hello March.
It's still chilly, but I can feel the breath of a new season.
The cold of winter melts away,
and hope sprouts in the scent of flowers.
With my arms outstretched and embracing the earth,
joy quietly fills my heart.

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