Pastel Promises

Sun nudges us From Winter’s sleep. “Wake up, Wake up. Stop counting sheep. Open your eyes, Dears, Breathe in deep, Feel Spring’s kisses Soft and sweet! They’re pastel promises Sealed upon your cheeks Of gentler days, Loves, Soon to come.”
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Published on March 29, 2025 07:42
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