August 6, 2012
Damnable spring;
Your days bring me at ease
With warmth, song, and tranquility.
Yet my head is filled with a cloud;
Running noses and aching throats
Target towards throwing me off course.
Though your elegant blossoms pain me so,
I remain to love you forever.

Eternally longing for your wondrous evenings
And song-filled nights;
Forevermore, my adulterous mistress

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