Spring caged in the white mist was like a ledge of snow
Much whimpering was going on and on in a glow
your puff of warm breath came like a rescue
Mist melted away…
Look! song of freedom of spring sung by roses after previous winter
That spring died at my doorstep this year
your tells of spiritual destiny
has brought nothing to my doomed soul
There is nothing like beyond par in the world whole
I would drink philter’s vial rinsed in rose
I seek salvation in love…!
I am stoic of spring….!
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