Spring Feast
My soul is craving for a spring feast
Despite the bloody rainy weather.
I'm over the story with the beast!
Time to blossom, no longer wither.
Don't put off things or wish to come true
'Til some distant special occasion.
Occasion's now. Just allow due to
It's no analysis Bayesian!
Allow yourself to live in this now,
Breathe fresh spring air with your sleepy lungs
You' will hear some wooers pronounce "Wow!"
Had you been a waitress they'd leave bungs.
Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015
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