Elisa, that line?

… an expanse of grayer months
comes March on its wedge of wind,
blowing its rapture through branches
whispering what end there is to cold - 
banks strewn purple with early crocus,
bells unfold into joyful tune
of golden essence in a dream,…
Finding Spring
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Elisa Affanato
Shaant
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Feb 15, 2025
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Elisa, that line? Feels like winter itself is asking the question. Cold listens, then steps aside. Words like these, they stay.
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Written by Shaant1.91K Followers
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Learning life. Spreading its wonders.
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