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Underground Spring

Whistling of first sun rays,

waking up all sleeping beauty from long winter sleep.

Tossing colorful fabric flying in the sky,

layers after layers of rainbow flies.

Changing their dresses to match their high

and catch spotlight under the vibrant sky.

The vapor diffuses through the air,

as each flowers mingling to make new friends.

Both bees and butterflies

flapping and dancing under their wings

In my secret underground spring,

when things outside swing.

I let them be and stay within.

The garden where I seek and found.

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