How Do You Spend Spring?
Time is defined in when.
When the leaves rises from fallen time and flaming flowers ‘reeks luster
Thin petals of blooming flowers flows the crystal water in its sheen
Explicating love boats and swans and lilies that wander in the live river
Then campfires and horror stories and gleaming the unknowns
In spring weather, there are people and earth gifted hearts saturated moments that could sort
Rich and poor messages wrapped in vines that were left behind and left to betaken oneself for.
Each firefly like golden dust hued of imperfection realism
In mourn of the shadows that cannot simply be reversed
In the limelight vases which stores tears like rain water
Thirst of freedom, air, and colors that could have swelter a home
From a place in black and white,
Of a person that was familiar, but utterly a stranger,
Of a time in springs, resile the wrathful bugs that stings for blood.
From the return of cold and warm sensation that recoils in its veins
A perfect time to say, springtime is no other like May.
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