spring breaks in cold rain.
if love was mine, the wind would take her from me.
tear her from my arms..
if time was mine, it would twirl into her eyes.
lose me somewhere in their shine..
the birds return to dance on my street.
in the mud prints of my feet..
March fills the river again.
we march to it as if to greet an old friend.
we march into the cold rain..
spring breaks in a torrent of sadness.
if my thoughts were clear, i'd know what was missing.
emotions neither here nor there..
if the air was clear, i'd see what was ahead.
beyond grey mist and angry droplets..
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