We
were once
the Spring
Easter voices climbing
from a namesake lane
Early risers,
Windmill limbed and finding
out our simple selves
Nimble, skinny
twitten skippers, wile-aways,
unburdened, burning, spotless
in our pheasant- feather gold.
One decade undecayed
brought all the stories ever needed
One decade undecayed
before the innocent
were sold
Mar 31, 2023
Mar 31, 2023 at 2:55 PM UTC
We
were once
the Spring
Easter voices climbing
from a namesake lane
Early risers,
Windmill limbed and finding
out our simple selves
Nimble, skinny
twitten skippers, wile-aways,
unburdened, burning, spotless
in our pheasant- feather gold.
One decade undecayed
brought all the stories ever needed
One decade undecayed
before the innocent
were sold
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