I look at the foliage at the portière of a tramping spring And can't get past hardships of fallen leaves Colorless and drab with the despondence of my mirk All futile and brittle to call back those carefree years I still can't believe that miniate romance is moss covered Forgotten beneath a carpet of brisk absquatulate Like some foreboding curse Forbaded to eavesdrop to heights of golden crowns I still miss you on trying starless nights Always finding it hard to get out of those nelipot nunnerings And still laugh at myself with those goofy streaks you tweak for sports Times were apricots and maple, we had nurtured in our hearts They say when water runs, the earth is strong And buds come forth, And after the ache is gone, life begins Guess I'm reborn, for all I can think of is spring.. OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATlovelyrosespecial • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.
