Pusskatkins's Journal

Bipolar Hell

 I think of spring.

The variations of greens and yellows popping up in the grass and the trees, The freshness and liveliness of fragrant flowers exploding into marvelous colors of pinks and violets. The spirits of renewed souls blissful for a another chance of love.

The light (Spring) is here, the darkness (Winter) is gone

 

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