The first roasted flakes of cinnamon fall
melting the drama of cold
Baked and filling the air with fruit
they form a carpet of bloom
The dark cave of winter
crumbles under the arrival of new life
Roots break free of soil
and breathe the smell of change
A scent so strong
we can not avoid the sweet taste of Spring
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