It’s a citrus kinda day,
Sour sweet oranges and yellows,
I am filled with a tingling on my tongue,
And the smell of summer,
I’m alive,
My hands are sticky,
And taste of tangerines,
It is bright out,
But I’m not blinded,
The sun is in my eyes,
But I remembered my sunglasses,
I’m alive
(An acrostic poem I made a while ago. Let me know your thoughts!)
Sweet spring
Sunshine blooms and visits longer,
Winter slush cowers in its presence,
Every inhale contains pollen and petals,
Every glance is vibrant with reviving life,
Times haven’t been so graceful. (except for in fall too)
Sunshine awakens the asleep in the land,
Pressuring them to frolic once more,
Ravishing butterflies float, flutter,
In April, nature showers its garden,
Natural rebirth floods to great heights,
Greetings again, sweet spring.
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