Spring 🌸(My Season)

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Cold Winter's snow
With harsh wind it blows 
Is brutal as killing with an arrow and a bow
But it eventually gets low

Cause the weakness of the snow
Is soft Spring's blow 🌸🌬️
Spring saying,"no"
Makes the Winter say,"let it go."

Spring letting its magic flow
Makes colorful flowers grow
That results in world's glow
Making the time seem slow🍃💐

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