Spring Love

He may not speak, my dear friend,
Guess it’s time that wrath begins the reminisce,
But time shall rip past the tides crossed.
Beauty descends with a reckless smile,
The dawning gloom needs the blossom of tomorrow;
Past the oceans, knots bound and unbound.
Breathe life into his soul.

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