Joyful, Green May
My May
came into my city again.
May usually loved me
and always we were
good friends,
May and I.
But now, my May
does not love me. Even a little.
He is always young and beautiful.
I am sorry, but May has forgotten
that he helped me be born, many years ago.
During this cold, long winter,
I longed for him very much.
But joyful, green May
has gone past my house
and has not even looked
into my window.
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