Quivering lips,
Blue fingertips
And
Cold faces are gone,
Replaced with
Breezy air,
Sunny days
And
Rosy cheeks.
Winter is gone.
And summer has come.
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||summer||
Quivering lips,
Blue fingertips
And
Cold faces are gone,
Replaced with
Breezy air,
Sunny days
And
Rosy cheeks.
Winter is gone.
And summer has come.
