spring

A pink dew drop in bloom
petals curling towards the open sun
away the heavy clouds zoom
wrenching hearts from winter gloom

Creak open the door and run
toeing into the squishy brown ground
gallop through the mud, free and fun
let the wind carry your hair undone

Being beborn into the green,
pushing the past away, joy is anew
the air is fresh and brisk and keen
dream of the scent of the earth's routine

Hardship is passed and through
new beginnings peek from the trees
the flowers smile and the sky is blue
let the mud and liveliness wash over you,
let the liveliness wash over you.

elise.writer

VT

16 years old

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    fell in a rhythmic order, one that your silence

    carried in. did you hate me?

    you'd never say so. so blindly, i never changed.

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    sunday nights are my own.

    old music in the corners of my mind

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    that mirror my soul.