It is spring
and memories
too hard to bear
become something other
than what has been
They grow
like seeds
out of the darkness
into proofs
of love
Where once there was
but thought
swept through time
like leaves
there now is song
May every bird
with a broken wing
find refuge here
and sing
for our delight
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He who does not hear the secret longing in the wind
and blush
will grow old and die —
upon a sigh so much depends.
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We kiss, lips touching
Like wind in trees of winter –-
Yet spring is coming.