Springtime

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A sitcom smile and the waning hope

Belies the gloss of once scarlet nails

The mirror on the wall casts a spell

Because the story it tells is from long ago

Your hair flows like an endless day

A summer afternoon that escapes the rain

But when the downpour comes

And the windows freckle

The storm outside is the peace you nestle

You trust the flowers in bloom

Rose thorns and petals

The sting of spring is in the dust that settles

Because the stage awaits, the curtain calls

If you search the heart, you can have it all

The unmade bed, the rustic kitchen

The sound of laughing, the doubts are missing

A dress strap that doesn’t hug the skin

Shows room to grow and evolve within

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