My spring turn into blue
In the breath of spring, whispers pain,
Beneath blossoms' bloom, a heart's refrain.
As buds unfurl, so does the ache,
In nature's dance, sorrow wakes.
The sun may shine, the sky may clear,
Yet within, sorrow still holds dear.
For amidst the beauty, there lies grief,
A silent plea for sweet relief.
In the promise of each budding flower,
There's hope for solace, even in the darkest hour.
For spring brings forth renewal's embrace,
A gentle touch to heal and grace.
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