Incurable Enthusiasm

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It’s spring:
My shoulders are sun-touched,
I dance, I sing,
For once not feeling rushed.

It’s spring:
I’ve got incurable enthusiasm,
A broken wing
And some sweet aphrodisiac.

I love springs:
I worship the Sun,
The warmth it brings,
Towards it I run…

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