May's Breath
Look upon now
Hold the carmine sky
with your small hands
Feel the cloud’s slow moves
See the boat on the blueness
that bearing hope to you
The roses bloom
Wind that tickling your body
is the scream
of the pale city
Your skin burned
with winter's cold,
your soul fell
with spring's words
feed your earth that
falling with yellow leaf
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