But for a spring
but for a week the moon will wax
but for a month golden bells will reach climax
the land is awakening, trees budding
but with an early spring cold spell
winter relapses and makes a world of hell
you could not wait for the coming spring
as if another world deserves a king
- Author: arobot ( Offline)
- Published: April 2nd, 2022 09:20
- Category: Unclassified
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