| She rose beneath the six white clouds |
| that came heralding the beginning of spring;- |
| a thirst in her soul telling her to go outside and look for her love, |
| like she had been doing for the past five years. |
| She strolled through the forest like a moth on the wind, |
| looking for the flower with the pollen so sweet that her heart would beat |
| like a budding flower just looming to burst out |
| and spread the sweet scent of love |
| over all the things that she touched and that she passed when she walked by, |
| and that only then, with the world honey-dewed by her love |
| could she be happy like she once was, |
| in a dream that drifted away 5 years ago, |
| that she hoped to rekindle in the coming year. |
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