Start of spring
heart in bloom
our whispering
in sunlit rooms.
Summer was felt
a little more
in autumn I
began to fall.
When winter came
with all its white
you were mine
to kiss goodnight.
Start of spring
heart in bloom
our whispering
in sunlit rooms.
Summer was felt
a little more
in autumn I
began to fall.
When winter came
with all its white
you were mine
to kiss goodnight.
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