Wind whistles like an ecstatic-by the tsamiko dance in a fete-clapping man........
He wants to encourage the leafs and the sleeping snow to swing in his rhythm...
But he awakes the clouds..disturbed by the noise, they sneeze frozen raindrops...
Earth always a wiling receiver of anger,the kettle of weather's desires, burps.Bloated of his wiles...she soliloquizes.."it's spring..i want to breath out....i want to be gentle...."
.....for a friend.I wish she'll never need my crocodile....
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