Spring

today i sat in the class room.
back to the open window
basking in the warm sunlight.
teachers monologue quite poeticly flowing in one ear and out the next.
blue and golden breeze whispers through my shimmering hair
the air smells green, like summer grass
the breeze feels warmish
the sun feels like it's slowly burning through the cold of winter
and spring is quietly creeping over the windowsill
into the classroom
into my head

by aeda sea

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