"you can cut all the flowers but you can not keep spring from coming (neruda)"; so she tell her wintry mate, "you have done your job - now go; earth's tilt is here and the daedalus dandelions of april are sure to come".
Thus spoken, she turned to her bestest friend and said,
"its spring again, the earth is like a child that knows poem by heart (rilke)".
she sat down under the thin shade of a cotton silk tree - angling
a chirping bird nibbling at the periphery of her blazing blossom
a sudden gust
a few flower drops at her bosom
she is yet to catch her first fish
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