” HOPES IN THE SPRING “
Everyday dawn seems bleak
When shalt I hear you again;
The sounding sea have quit its creak
I only see the dreary empyrean.
Like dahlias; never to floweret its fragrance
Even in the pinnacle of the spring gala;
I still buy on the flowers of the daffodils when it rains
And craving for two oceans to mix in the gulf of Alaska.
I once walked in the midnight hours
Got drenched in the rain and drained;
Too blind; I could not see my bruises and scars
Now; I await for the rain over the Spain.
Nightingales sing in my every dawn
How I long to hear it over and over again;
For they sing in serenade when I yawn
And it’s a bliss to hear when I am in pain.
Do I still have a hope in the spring?
I wish I have one beyond tis’ string.
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