Riding my bike on a second of may
The sky be clowded with raindrops
Is it weird for me to enjoy the cold?
Breeze against my unsheltered face
The harsh reality, it brings me back
To life is to struggle against the odds
And emerge victorious

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Gust of Spring

 Oh what fine fragrance
And outstanding odour
The soft, silky smell sweeps
Straight out of the front door

New winds wish you welcome
With a warm, mellow breeze
As they blow with mild freshness
And ascend towards trees

Filling air with a perfume
Seasoned with a spiced dust
An engulfing experience
That enthrals you with lust

And my nose laughs with tears
And my breath makes me jump
For I, my dear readers
Just had a big dump

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