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Mountains in the west
craft spring winds,
restless calls
for reawakening,
where anticipation
totters at the horizon,
turgent renewal
stirred with fresh growth.
Soil's oath is
a verdant promise
whispered to
sunlight stridden clouds,
an Easter rising,
from dirt to sky,
nature's joyous chant
of redemption's song.
Brae
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