Fond farewells and salutations.
Spring brings with it the shroud of death.
The clinging fingers of our shadow side.
Do not wake the sleeping dogs today.
Hide your lovely sun away.
Open eyed and clear I will stand unafraid.
Knowing deep inside me beat the wings of a sweet bird.
Turning again, I am human, shallow and no words can
break the spell.
Only whispers of a prayer that my heart will dwell in heaven,
but recognize hell.
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