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Wistful dew cooling to the touch lingers from the nighttime chill. Twisting green shoot breaks the surface with a life goal to fulfill Wafting scents from early blooms dance merrily to their own tunes Lilting birdsong adds its music to the scene of early June Biting a sweet red ripe fruit plucked from the berry-laden vine I think and recall each and every time when your hand touched mine I smile at fond memories and remember another time Your loving eyes I see and the sound of your voice haunts me still Watching a caterpillar deftly spin her silky cocoon Hoping that when all is done, like her, I too, will be just fine
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