there is a garden in her eyes
that blooms regardless of the weather.
the happiness that exudes
washes my face.
spring won't sleep inside her,
the summer heat is but a bat of the eyelash,
the stark winter is invisible.
he throws his coat back in the closet,
spring is here to stay,
of short sleeves and
subtle breeze.
a flower bed
of joy
of her love.
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