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Dear March
As you peep in with your hint of rebellion in the air, 
The cooing of the cuckoo and the goodbye of chill;
I feel a sense of longing somewhere yet an urge to stay the same,
The weather seems drugged and my mind dances to the echoing tunes from afar;

My past and the present merge into some illusional rainbow... 
I see a splash of colours covering up the winter grey;
I await you March..will you show me a merry way?

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