somewhere between being bullied by winter and seduced by spring
experiencing the white crisp winter air - anticipating soothing green spring breezes
the inbetween when things are ending and things are beginning
even though all that you touch and all that you see
is the absolute quiet of a snowy landscape
even though you really long for spring right now
you giggle often a common trait
yet it would be losing the love of jonnie
you fear that the west is the best
you wonder could you have been a dancing nancy
even though the tangled voices stretched
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