Well, almost Spring.
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The sun is shining on the remaining Winter snow.
It is sparkling like little gems running across the yard.
My brown eyes ache staring up at the pale sky.
My mind is a fog with thoughts of you.
Your smile. Your charm. Your warmth.
Faint memories.
For now, I fall back to inviting blankets.
Waiting on the sun to caress my face.
Wishing it was you.
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Valeria Out Loud 