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Wind caresses the limbs of olive and oak,
Combs the hair of grass and weeds, Ruffles the flight feathers of birds, The sun has crossed the vernal equinox And winter has departed Leaving behind A chill on the morning air, Which dissipates With just a touch of spring. Line count: 9 Form: Free Verse
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