winter’s frost has soaked into the soil
peeks of green poised to rise
neighbors distant, out of sight
buds sit upon the branch
forgiveness ready for bloom
but where are all the people
feeling stretched beyond our test
barely able to cover our sensitivities
friendly faces all inside
days are coming
to relax the tension
side by side, we will be again

I fell in love with this one when I read the title. It’s all good!!!
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Thanks sis
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Excellent work
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