I went for a run this morning. My muscles were sore from not being stretched.
The weather was warm and yellow daffodils cheered me on.
I took a break, stretched my legs and found a small patch of baby flowers.
I picked one.
'This is my love,' I said as I admired the simple flower.
It was vibrant, happy and somehow full of hope.
I smiled and tossed it gently in the wind not seeing where it landed.
Everything seems to stretch its legs in the spring. It's wonderful.
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