Bright spring
But a pale shadow flicks
Behind my
Back
It reaches for
my hand
Grasps tightly,
like memory
Whispers,
sweet nothings
“Oh, \my beloved,
how I-
miss you”
Delusion, only a breeze,
Yet pitched so familiar
In tone
And my heart’s resolve
Falls through
like water
And I cannot help but
recall past summer’
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
Bright spring
But a pale shadow flicks
Behind my
Back
It reaches for
my hand
Grasps tightly,
like memory
Whispers,
sweet nothings
“Oh, \my beloved,
how I-
miss you”
Delusion, only a breeze,
Yet pitched so familiar
In tone
And my heart’s resolve
Falls through
like water
And I cannot help but
recall past summer’
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