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Strange flowers
with a strange hue.
Strange birds
over them flew.
From a strange leaf
dripped a strange morning dew.
Still nothing stranger than...
an estranged you.
 May 2016 Hadrian Veska
Torin
April
 May 2016 Hadrian Veska
Torin
Her love is April,
April thunder storms,
So in May the flowers bloom,
And everyday grows a little bit warmer

Her tempermental,
Her tempestuous,
As the spring melts the snow and ice;
Her smile a sun

Her heart, her words
Are singing birds,
Greeting the end of winter,
And welcoming me back to life

Her love is april
Yeah, its was pretty good, but.....

Where is James? Maybe it would make him smile
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