Ēostre Soaring

life blossoms in soft tonalities,
freed from the shackles of the ice queen;

reed murmurs a lullaby,
while the sun's glow transforms
the surface of the egg.
into a canvas of star shine.

dew dances in the spicy velvet wind;
the morning pours her joy out
over a thirsty world.

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