The Spring (3)
The morning rain
reminds me of the night you came
with the fields wet with the scent
of freshly cut grass
but that was the fall
when things were quiet
and readying for sleep
in the death that is winter
Today is the spring
the start of new things
your bags are packed
and you're leaving
Hahaha, I wonder how many times I can write Spring. Have a good trip. Peace out.
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