The great, green rush of spring
is upon me, frail blossoms
tremble in silver sheets of rain
But there will be no bloom
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Spring Lament
The great, green rush of spring
is upon me, frail blossoms
tremble in silver sheets of rain
But there will be no bloom
in this half-penny heart
despite lovely days of May
No, mere memories now
dim ghosts of perished days
loom in the gathering dusk