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Spring has come.

Why do I love it?

For bear blossom.

And Moments… when nude depauperate trees with fresh vehemence and heavy rainfall — burst the life from dreaming soul.

It blooms and spread the wings.

And people, start to flourish along with nature too.

As yet timid rays of hot sun delicately (tender) touches our sleeping soul.

And we blossom.

And rainstorm… well, it sweeps away the dream of long-forgotten winter.