March 3, 2k19
As the winter,
leaves and returns, showing
snippets of utopian world and then,
obscuring it with thick mists and
tenebrous clouds, this time,
my hope for you burns and douses,
in sync with the beats of my
desperate heart.
And as the thought,
of dawn of greenery, graces my
mind, the wonder of rejuvenation
entices my whole being.
Spring's a de rigueur season for
starry-eyed romantics like me,
dreamily awaiting the realisation
of surreal reality.
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