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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #2270184
if Spring were a person
Spring is Mother Nature's virgin face,
pink rosebud lips parted in a smile
teeth resembling two strings of pearls.

While eyes of mossy green
reflect the endless depths of her soul,
her auburn hair falls loose down her back
a wild and tangled mess of curls.

Freckles sprinkle across nose and cheeks
on a canvas of otherwise perfect porcelain skin.
Spring's laughter, a tinkling of chimes in a gentle wind
her voice, the pleasant sound of a gurgling stream.

Her dress is a study of impressionist art,
a rainbow explosion of color

She is a newly opened bloom
whose honeyed scent enchants all.

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