Spring
You come to me in this season,
To collect the fresh dew of my feelings
As if my love blooms
Only in the colored rain
You come to me in this season
To lay out a virgin journal
As if my affection frees
Only after melted snow.
You came to me in this season
To wave warm leafy mist
As if my emotion hushes
Only in the turquoise wind
You came to me in this season
To radiate the liveliest smile
As if my hope lives
Only in the ambrosial air
Thousand promises in thousand years
Were condensed to you
Ah, spring, your vibrant being
Were you tainted
I would die to get you clean again.
By Drauntz
© 2008 Drauntz
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