Spring sprayed gold dust
On our hood
Shoots chartreuse
On naked wood
Water sun earth
Hiwayan shirts
Parental birds lease
Loud alerts
Every day blooms
Color joys
While we grow tire
Dead 'o lust
As our ire lands green
In rage
Help me now please turn
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