Spring again
But from where no telling
Sweet as the spring
That went before
Same old story
But still compelling
Blossom reminding
What blossom is for
Question the trees
But they’re not telling
How they obey
An impossible law
Question the mind
But it’s not telling
How it gives back
What was gone for sure
Something stirs
In a blacked-out dwelling
Forces the lock
Of a double-locked door
That face again!
But from where no telling
Sweet as the face
That was lost before
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