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ions and spending time with our grandparents were a thing, That seemingly vanished in a blink. Life was good when we were small. Who knew that once we grow up, We would get bawled?</i></b></p><p id="883f"><b><i>City lights slowly caught our attention. Urban life curbed our affection. And those small joys of pleasure slowly lost their connection.</i></b></p><p id="2bcd"><b><i>Enjoying mangoes under the bright sunlight and playing outdoor games. Was once our time pass during the spring season. They slowly diminished. without any warning or reason.</i></b></p><p id="d394"><b><i>Things are not the same anymore. Only the season is intact. I wonder if it has any sort of impact.</i></b></p><p id="81b2"><b><i>I long for those days to return. That brings us the same joy. As kids, we used to play with various toys.</i></b></p><p id="1756"><b><i>Life has drastically changed over the years, Putting a full stop to our normal lives. This is not what we imagined. but sometimes we have a hard time.</i></b></p><h1 id="c484">Recommendations:</h1><h2 id="b1c0">Julia Stone</h2><div id="a13a" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/atlas-beach-fest-85189b69f2d5"> <div> <div> <h2>Atlas Beach Fest</h2> <div><h3>The Glittering Sands</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div>

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Spring’s Delight: A Blossom Of Happiness

Welcoming Spring and Reminiscing About The Small Joys of Life

Now that the winter is over, let’s welcome spring with open arms and bask in the glory of this weather.

Spring's Delight: A Blossom of Happiness is one poem that depicts, through its lens, the little things we used to do but now miss and only vaguely recall. So here you go. Welcoming March with a bang.

Spring has finally arrived. Spreading happiness across the landscape. Flowers are blooming on a full scale. Narrating some giggly tales.

It’s time for cherry blossoms. To spread shades of pink, The season is springing into full swing. The weather is very warm and fuzzy. Sometimes I wonder if it makes us dizzy.

Spring symbolizes childhood emotions. Reminding us of our wild days, Those times were crazy. when we had our own dismay.

Going on vacations and spending time with our grandparents were a thing, That seemingly vanished in a blink. Life was good when we were small. Who knew that once we grow up, We would get bawled?

City lights slowly caught our attention. Urban life curbed our affection. And those small joys of pleasure slowly lost their connection.

Enjoying mangoes under the bright sunlight and playing outdoor games. Was once our time pass during the spring season. They slowly diminished. without any warning or reason.

Things are not the same anymore. Only the season is intact. I wonder if it has any sort of impact.

I long for those days to return. That brings us the same joy. As kids, we used to play with various toys.

Life has drastically changed over the years, Putting a full stop to our normal lives. This is not what we imagined. but sometimes we have a hard time.