March sunlight concerted, gathering in pieces
I gaze at the garden leaning on the edge of spring
Suddenly, the blanket of dark clouds dart and steal my eyes clumsily
Cold wind joins that bleak moment that makes bleaker
The teeming spring falters, stained in the blue palette
Even the fluttering snowflakes in 3D filch the tip of my nasal tip
The last day of March pretty higgledy-piggledy
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