It’s supposed to be spring
So where are the flowers?
The brightest of stars
Bringing beautiful laughter
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If it’s supposed to be spring,
Then where are my flowers?
My laughter my love and my beautiful chapters?
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If it’s supposed to be nice, if I’m supposed to be done
Then why do I feel like just flesh without bone?
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Why am I empty
And frozen throughout?
Am I missing my springtime by having this drought?
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My flowers have settled
To stay in the ground...
I’m sorry, my spring never showed up this round.