Breathe in the air
Dream of tulips
Feel the twigs under my feet
Crunch away on the granola and mars bars
The chirping birds are giddy
The squirrels blasting a nut
It’s time to feel free
No icecream worries
No fretting over a pinecone
A refreshing breeze
And a shower splurge
The time is now
Categories: Culture, current events, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society, The Seasons
psychologistmimi 
Spring Dreams
Bomb Cyclones Roar
Role Over Beethoven..;)
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So beautiful description of Spring Mimi!!!
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So many flowers to look at. So little time!
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But will try to take in as many as i can 🙂 cheers
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