In winter's icy grip, the world lay still,
As nature slumbered 'neath a snowy quilt.
But hope whispered softly, a gentle breeze,
Promising a love that soon shall appease.
And as the days grew longer, a subtle hint,
Of spring's arrival, in petals, a glint.
A symphony of colours, love's sweet art,
Spring arrives, mending every heart.
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