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Tuesday, 13 December 2016

My Spring


Spring you came too early
I had lost my appetite
To the tastes of the world:
Green tea, coffee, chocolate.

But Spring came to me.

You made me glee with pictures
Of red, pink pretty flowers,
And green greens like no other.
You smiled and made me happy.

But Spring went away.

It withered and fell crisp
On the drying grounds of love.
I should have known better;
You were only a season.