October 21, 2010
Yes spring is a jerk
Treading on melted path
A jeering, peircing sight
To broken, battered souls

For who else would seek shelter
From time so short and charrished
But those who endured winter's numbing storms
To brazenly look upon the days
Re birthed in shape and color

To solely gaze out
On thawing trees dripping with life
To feel the haunting lonlyness
Whilst the masses romp and revel in a new year's promise
The times passing by
Passed by for war torn scars and memories

Once forms in the crowd
Now a broken birds fluttering through the wind
Felled by all their pomp and span
Leaving the nest
So that we may embrace another spring

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