Spring

The bloom of spring, in the aches and pains…

The knots in my muscles like crocus, bursting out of my soil with vivid blossoms,

The twinges are a ceaseless parade of color in the bed of my flesh…

The meager sunlight soothes and messages with gentle fingers the tracks of winter, ’till I sigh with contentment.


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