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Dawn breaks soft painting the quad in gold hue
Cherry boughs bow low where the dewdrops cling true
I rush past the tree backpack bouncing light
A petal kisses my cheek—sweet unplanned delight
Math class drones on but my gaze drifts outside
Pink clouds dance on branches chasing the tide
Desk mate slips a blossom in my notebook page
Whispers “Spring’s here”—turns the gray to sage
