In the middle of March I feel...
March is the longest one. How cruelly it take over the fizzy breeze of February and makes the Sun more luminous.
How can one say March is..
Melodious, Magnificent, Marvellous, Majestic, Miraculous...
March is Meager and Miserable
Meager because abhorred by emotions.
Miserable because devoid by nature.
Meteorology says the truth
March is the beginning of autumn in other words..
March is the end of spring
May I find any other Metaphor for March?
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