Spring Weather

The snow falls late this year in May. When burdened roses break in parts I hear the hound of sadness bark against the courage of all men. All left and all alone I stay to see the sundown in all hearts. By foggy twilight feelings dark and never can be light again. Through empty abscond is a way. There hunters chase with bows and darts to kill a mocking bird - the lark (for sunrise never comes again). Footprints of time, called night and day, will lead me to the nightmares mart: The road to lonelinesses park where hope is lost and bare all men.