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Spring Infection
On the lawn
I breathe an air in swarm,
suck in fists of warm particles,
the populace of spring's effervescent tumble.
Above, the azure carapace
of eternal sky stretches.
Its leaves of cloud weep with happiness,
feathered with the joy of peace.
The metal darts which slice its skin
are gone today,
brought down by nature's wrath.
A rare victory
for the wounded earth.
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