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First Sunbath Of Spring
We kept Bonfires raging to hold back the Dark;
Today there are leaves on the trees in the park.
The sweet little meadow that long looked so dead,
Has formed a new carpet of verdure instead.
And deep in my heart (if there's still such a thing,)
I hear a small whisper: "I'm ready for Spring!"
Eschewing my clothing (feel robust and brave,)
I bare my pale body to sunlight I crave.