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the spring is dead

new life;
young cherry blossoms float through the air
and growing green restores color to a dull landscape


new warmth;
the sun emerges and its rays caress the earth
radiant is the vibrant landscape and gentle sky


new love;
the abounding human warmth rivals the sunshine
and the renewal of life is the herald of joy


they can see the spring, but you are not with them.



this year’s blossoms are limp and lifeless
compared to the green of his eyes, the spring is dull


even the heated tension was more comforting
and the desperate warmth of that night has long faded into numbness


love brings the tearful pain of missing
and the permanence of his absence leaves you forever empty


you can’t see the spring anymore, because he took it with him.

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