Under the streetlight bulbs, where sidewalks meet, Pedestrians one by one, tiptoe across the street. Icy days and slalom-like paths will soon be gone – As crocus bulbs tiptoe upward one by one, Awaiting their turn, to charm everyone.
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Under the streetlight bulbs, where sidewalks meet, Pedestrians one by one, tiptoe across the street. Icy days and slalom-like paths will soon be gone – As crocus bulbs tiptoe upward one by one, Awaiting their turn, to charm everyone.
