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Spring is coming,
amid smiles and flowers,
the greenery of the grove,
rebirth of love.
She dresses in hope
with its fecund essence,
of basil and jasmine,
springing into existence.
The rivers sing joyfully,
their murmur is an embrace,
butterflies dance,
Leaving a trail in the lace.
The sun, king of the skies
caresses each leaf,
and the air is perfumed
with a thousand scents that are red.
The laughter of children
resound in every corner,
while the gentle wind
unfolds its routine.
The birds raise their song
in a hymn of joy,
weaving notes of life,
in melodies of poetry.