Where Goes Spring?

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The snow has melted, but spring is yet to come.

Knitted scarfs lie abandoned on the ground,

Where once stood men, no flowers grow for mum.

 

A breeze blows hurriedly, our hands grow numb,

The world turns green, but no bird makes a sound.

The snow has melted, but spring is yet to come.

 

All the wild and I, kneel, and pray for sun,

Longing to witness, merriment abound.

Where once stood men, no flowers grow for mum.

 

The sky so clear, think to throw down breadcrumb,

But, where is the morning chorus?  I frown

The snow has melted, but the spring is yet to come.

 

The dew stays frosty, but winter succumbed,

The frogs spawn, yet the tadpoles can’t but drown.

Where once stood men, no flowers grow for mum.

 

Yuletide dead, we are waiting for the sun.

In good time, the young whitethroat will resound.

The snow has melted, but spring is yet to come,

Where once stood men, no flowers grow for mum.

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