《》Cycling Through

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Rainy morning.

Lay in bed,

And smell the rain

On spring grass.

Aromatherapy

Through open window.

Sprinkling from clouds,

Soaked into earth,

Trickling down to

Dry root; parched.

From dead of winter

To resurrection,

A reminder of cycles,

Without end.

And new beginnings

Paint in the distance.

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