Oh, kalends of March with your dreary dew
Familiar heavenly teardrops
Both soaking and parching my mournful heart
I, too, cry until the ducts fail and stop
Why, oh why, does the petty still control
Joy upon these inaugural March days
As if those eyes beamed upon mine again
As I failed to see lies within the gaze
Five days of bliss before my extinction
Five days of lies told in masterful form
Five days of hope for love everlasting
Five days of calm before these savage storms
Oh, kalends of March, nefarious bane
I pray your release, in earnest and vain
((March 1st,2015))
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