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I walk 
Slowly through the trees
I see 
The pink petals drop at my feet
Crisscrossing with the leaves
I smell
The warm spring air
A hint of summer at its wing 
I taste
The salt sweet wind
Embraced in dreams
I feel
The suns kisses 
where no strangers kiss should be 
Promises 
of what’s to come 
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