Where is Spring?
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Champagne season, pink, white blossoms
attached to limbs, spring creeping
while dark west clouds stare down
upon the pink, white bodies
attached to the green, brown ground.
Shivers are part of the norm,
part of the dead, constant
arguments echo, echo, echo
dense western fog travels
across cows and lamas
sleeping in the wet grass.
People sad waiting, waiting
for the dreamt yellow warmth
lazy muscles arch across
the eastern shadows
memories of cold nights
gone but not forgotten.
attached to limbs, spring creeping
while dark west clouds stare down
upon the pink, white bodies
attached to the green, brown ground.
Shivers are part of the norm,
part of the dead, constant
arguments echo, echo, echo
dense western fog travels
across cows and lamas
sleeping in the wet grass.
People sad waiting, waiting
for the dreamt yellow warmth
lazy muscles arch across
the eastern shadows
memories of cold nights
gone but not forgotten.
"The Poet is a madman lost in adventure."
-Paul Verlaine-
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
-Edgar Poe-
-Paul Verlaine-
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
-Edgar Poe-
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